In a Vale
WHEN I was young, we dwelt in a vale
By a misty fen that rang all night,
And thus it was the maidens pale
I knew so well, whose trail
Across the reeds to a window light.
WHEN I was young, we dwelt in a vale
By a misty fen that rang all night,
And thus it was the maidens pale
I knew so well, whose trail
Across the reeds to a window light.
Robert Frost - A Boy's Will
