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LOVERS IN THE WOODS
To summer Woods, alembics of hot scent,
We wend by moss and bracken, where the floods
Of sun-light filter through a leafy tent;
To summer Woods.
We wend by moss and bracken, where the floods
Of sun-light filter through a leafy tent;
To summer Woods.
The wood-dove's coo goes forth from where she broods;
The insect hum drones ever on unspent;
The shadows alter with the long day's moods.
The insect hum drones ever on unspent;
The shadows alter with the long day's moods.
And all the elves that play at night have bent,
From where they lurk beneath their mushroom hoods,
Wee roguish eyes on us, whom Love has sent
To summer Woods.
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Wee roguish eyes on us, whom Love has sent
To summer Woods.
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