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My Lady of the Beeches
To wake lit by that lunar light
Toiling from the depth of dreams
Misty minded from the night
So the distant land below the window seems
Illusory
To see beyond the shaded hedge
Hear again the whisper soft
As bedewed we walked, that ghostly pledge
Those lovely echoes of a distant past yet waft
Silently
To sense again her presence there
Knowing how we walked at ease
...Friday 23rd November 2018 2:55 pm
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