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They sit within a woodland place, Trellised with rustling light and shade; So like a spirit is her face That he is half afraid
By Siddhartha Sapkota3 years ago in Poets
Come all ye lads of the droving days, ye gentlemen unafraid, I'll tell you all of the greatest trip that ever a drover made,
We met one fresh June-morn, Chlodine, Where two roads came together; I'd travelled far through storm and rain,