As The Ways Descend (Dame Mary Gilmore DBE Poems)
I thought of a thousand things as I sat in the placeWhere of old we sat ere time had wrinkled ...
I thought of a thousand things as I sat in the placeWhere of old we sat ere time had wrinkled ...
Beautiful are they, that, ranging on the mountains,Crop the green pasture, and drink at the fountains;Bunching and scattering, and quick ...
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