| Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern British Poetry. 1920. |
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| Francis Brett Young. |
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| 152. Lochanilaun |
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| THIS is the image of my last content: | |
| My soul shall be a little lonely lake, | |
| So hidden that no shadow of man may break | |
| The folding of its mountain battlement; | |
| Only the beautiful and innocent | 5 |
| Whiteness of sea-born cloud drooping to shake | |
| Cool rain upon the reed-beds, or the wake | |
| Of churned cloud in a howling wind's descent. | |
| For there shall be no terror in the night | |
| When stars that I have loved are born in me, | 10 |
| And cloudy darkness I will hold most fair; | |
| But this shall be the end of my delight:— | |
| That you, my lovely one, may stoop and see | |
| Your image in the mirrored beauty there. | |
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