Hill Rise to Shaddelows farm
Children’s voices on dancing tones meet my ears, this lonely corner of Suffolk so fixed in the mind. Here I am again, in visions land of secrets. None but you know my heart. The ‘poets tearful fooling’ has caused me to wander this way again, in visions windy autumn madness. Now as my day dulls, […]
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