Friday, June 12, 2015

Enchantment



I know a land of rest for all,
     Most excellent for camping;
Where through the forest primeval
     The startled deer go stamping.
Where trout go leaping up the falls
     Of merry, rushing brooklets;
Where nature, sweet-voiced nature calls –
     It’s in the railroad booklets.



June 12, ‘09


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