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"Night of Spring"

Random Poetry List XLVI

   Slow, horses, slow,
As through the wood we go—
   We would count the stars in heaven,
   Hear the grasses grow:

   Watch the cloudlets few
Dappling the deep blue,
   In our open palms outspread
   Catch the blessed dew.

   Slow, horses, slow,
As through the wood we go—
   We would see fair Dian rise
   With her huntress bow:

   We would hear the breeze
Ruffling the dim trees,
   Hear its sweet love-ditty set
   To endless harmonies.

   Slow, horses, slow,
As through the wood we go—
   All the beauty of the night
   We would learn and know!

Thomas Westwood (1814-1888)

Originally e-mailed on Wednesday, June 13, 2001 @ 9:02 PM.

Lane Core Jr. CIW P — Tue. 06/13/06 05:44:54 PM
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