Sweet was the walk along the narrow laneAt noon, the bank and hedge-rows all the wayShagged with wild pale green tufts of fragrant hay,Caught by the hawthorns from the loaded wain,Which Age with many a slow stoop strove to gain;And childhood, seeming still most busy, tookHis little rake; with cunning side-long look,Sauntering to pluck the… Continue reading *Sweet Was The Walk*
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