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Green, as I love you greenly
Green the wind, and green the branches.
The dark ship on the sea
and the horse on the mountain.
With her waist that’s made of shadow
dreaming on the high veranda,
green the flesh, and green the tresses,
with eyes of frozen silver.
Green, as I love you, greenly.
Beneath the moon of the gypsies
silent things are looking at her
things she cannot see.
Lorca
The beautiful villages and moors around Haworth that inspired the literary work of the Brontë sisters. Photography by Andrew Fowler.
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