The Dyke (John Frederic Herbin Poems)
From dyke to hillside, sways the level sweepOf all the ripened hay, in mid-July;A tideless sea of rustling melody,Beside the ...
From dyke to hillside, sways the level sweepOf all the ripened hay, in mid-July;A tideless sea of rustling melody,Beside the ...
Summers and summers have come, and gone with the flight of the swallow; Sunshine and thunder have been, storm, and ...
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