The Kissing Garden

The Kissing Garden Page 45

by Charlotte Bingham

  From that day in the Kissing Garden

  Fell not hail, or rain, or any snow,

  Nor ever wind blew loudly; but it lies

  Deep-meadow’d, happy, fair with orchard

  lawns And bowery hollows crown’d with summer seas.

  THE END

 

 

 

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