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LOVE'S RETURN
I heard my silver clock say ‘Ten.’
After three hours of fountain-pen
With no release,
I shared again the tonic moor
That rolled in heather to my door
A tide of peace.
After three hours of fountain-pen
With no release,
I shared again the tonic moor
That rolled in heather to my door
A tide of peace.
Methought a footfall not my own
Spoke on the path and edged a stone
To touch my shoe.
How sweet of Fancy, by a flint
Upon the moorland, thus to hint
The old was new!
Spoke on the path and edged a stone
To touch my shoe.
How sweet of Fancy, by a flint
Upon the moorland, thus to hint
The old was new!
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