Aftermath (John Frederic Herbin Poems)
August is hot from the touch of an ardent sun,Lolling and still in fields and windless places;Idle all day like ...
August is hot from the touch of an ardent sun,Lolling and still in fields and windless places;Idle all day like ...
Along my father's dykes I roam again,Among the willows by the river-side.These miles of green I know from hill to ...
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