posted on 2024-04-25, 17:29authored byFirst World War Poetry Digital Archive Project Team
<p dir="ltr"> Over known fields with an old friend in dream<br> I walked, but came sudden to a strange stream.<br> Its dark waters were bursting out most bright<br> From a great mountain's heart into the light.<br> They ran a short course under the sun, then back<br> Into a pit they plunged, once more as black<br> As at their birth; and I stood thinking there<br> How white, had the day shone on them, they were,<br> Heaving and coiling. So by the roar and hiss<br> And by the mighty motion of the abyss<br> I was bemused, that I forgot my friend<br> And neither saw nor sought him till the end,<br> When I awoke from waters unto men<br> Saying: 'I shall be here some day again.'<br></p>