The Resonant Shore
Memoirs of the Sage of Rogart
Many's the Night
Many's the night I dream of sandstone -
The Manse, A Chapter on Dreams
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but linksland, mostly, and sand,
and rain on a golf-shack roof.
Fortune, sequestered overseas,
or buried in the female line,
refreshed, may reassemble,
form a familiar self;
but the Age of Books is over -
will there always be vertiginous Idealists to light
a panoramic dreamlife,
and the company of Stevensonians?
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