Love, in my sleep I dreamed of waking, — White and awful the moonlight reached Over the floor, and somewhere, somewhere, There was a shutter loose, —it screeched! Swung in the wind, — and no wind ...
I drew her dark hair from her eyes, And in their deeps beheld a while Such shadowy moonlight as the skies ... was also herbalist who inspired his poet son with a love of nature that later infused ...