The Sunken Garden and other poems
                        
                     
                                                         
                
                    The Sunken Garden and other poems
                                            
                            By Walter de la Mare
                            
                                10 Feb, 2020                            
                            
                         
                                        
                                                                        WHEN I GO FREE,
I think ’twill be
A night of stars and snow,
And the wild fires of frost shall light
My footsteps as I go;
Nobody—nobody will be there
With groping touch, or sight,
To see me in my bush of hair
Dance burning through the ni
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                                                WHEN I GO FREE,
I think ’twill be
A night of stars and snow,
And the wild fires of frost shall light
My footsteps as I go;
Nobody—nobody will be there
With groping touch, or sight,
To see me in my bush of hair
Dance burning through the night. Less