The Dream

A poem by Edward Powys Mathers

I dreamed that I was touching her eyelids, and I awoke
To find her sleepy temples of rose jade
For one heart-beat....

Though the moonlight beats upon the sea,
There is no boat.

Lyric of Korea.

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