To fairies couched on bubbles round the pool
An isle of trees full foliaged in a meadow, Along whose quiet grassy shores below The white sheep bathe in level lengths of shadow, And sweet airs amiable as summer blow Warmly and faint among the happy leaves, Loving each other in a green repose Folded; or waking in the slumbrous glow Where the wind […]
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Lois Elsden 