From the lush meadow across the river came the bleating of lambs,

And from the limes floated the song of blackbirds.

All about the scent of roses hung heavy.

Then, over the roof of Trinity, the moon arose.

Shakespeare saw the Avon, thus, and loved it,—

Winding on in the moonlight.

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 Escape

How simple life can be!

A cabin,

Mountains, afar and near,

A brook,

Deer, blowing at night.

Perchance,

Rain on the roof,

Then,

The loved books,

A fire on the hearth,

And endless time

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