The Summer Pool (William Cosmo Monkhouse Poems)
THERE is a singing in the summer air,The blue and brown moths flutter o'er the grass,The stubble bird is creaking ...
THERE is a singing in the summer air,The blue and brown moths flutter o'er the grass,The stubble bird is creaking ...
WHO remains in London,In the streets with me,Now that Spring is blowingWarm winds from the sea;Now that trees grow green ...
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