AVON
j ♦ JHere in the summer heals I know thai, scythe-blades quiver [Like kisses in the acquiescent grass; And Time its rhythm beats j Until the tyranny of sun shall pass, | And night on this loved river j Blessing infallible shall softly lay. And this I know—a hemisphere away The winter dawn now broods Upon that other Avon Whose waters once were loved of him who knew In all its varying moods His Arden Forest, where the tall oaks grew He loved to grave on. E'en as Orlando carved his " Rosalind " While shepherd's pipes were borne upon the wind. —G. &.Mksk
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Press, Volume LXX, Issue 21116, 17 March 1934, Page 15
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101AVON Press, Volume LXX, Issue 21116, 17 March 1934, Page 15
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