One Time How we with secret longing lay, Smoulders my heart though all should fail, How couched we lightly in the hay, Leapt with the hare all down the vale. Plucked cuckoo-flowers and walked mid dreams Each moment each a sweet surprise, Walked on and on into moonbeams; There was no time to grow too... Sign in to see full entry.
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