Monday, 14 January 2013

Nature...


I long for scenes, where man hath never trod, A place where woman never smiled or wept- There to abide with my Creator, God, And Sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept, Untroubling, and untroubled where I lie, The grass below-above the vaulted sky.

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