Artemis to Actaeon, and Other Verses by Edith Wharton
page 42 of 73 (57%)
page 42 of 73 (57%)
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TWO BACKGROUNDS I LA VIERGE AU DONATEUR HERE by the ample river's argent sweep, Bosomed in tilth and vintage to her walls, A tower-crowned Cybele in armoured sleep The city lies, fat plenty in her halls, With calm parochial spires that hold in fee The friendly gables clustered at their base, And, equipoised o'er tower and market-place, The Gothic minister's winged immensity; And in that narrow burgh, with equal mood, Two placid hearts, to all life's good resigned, Might, from the altar to the lych-gate, find Long years of peace and dreamless plenitude. |
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