Photo Credit: © Copyright D.A. Brown
Bandol, France
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Excerpt from "The Garden of Proserpine"
Here, where the world is quiet,
Here, where all trouble seems
Dead winds’ and spent waves’ riot
In doubtful dreams of dreams;
I watch the green field growing
For reaping folk and sowing,
For harvest time and mowing,
A sleepy world of streams.
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