For a Green Summer: Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughsAbout the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,The night above the dingle starry,Time let me hail and climbGolden in the heydays of his eyes,And honored among wagons I was prince of the apple townsAnd once below a time I lordly had […]
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