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Walter de la Mare

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In the Garden

A mild parochial talk was ours; The air of the afternoon was sweet With burthen of the sun-parched flowers; His fiery beams in fury beat From out the O of space, and made, Wherever leaves his glare let through, Circlets of brilliance in the sha [...]

Episodes

1 "Oh! Raining! Look!" she whispered, Gazing out On wheat fields parched with drought, And trees that even in prime Of bounteous summertime Showed yellow in their green; But now, as in delight, Showered down these withered leaves A [...]