Classic poem of the day
I
Beside the Mead of Memories,
Where Church-way mounts to Moaning Hill,
The sad man sighed his phantasies:
He seems to sigh them still.
II
" 'Twas the Birth-tide Eve, and the hamleteers
Made merry with ancient Mellstock zest,
But the Mellstock quire of former years
Had entered into rest.
III
" Old Dewy lay by ......
Member poem of the day
we skinny-dipped, blissful.....our bodies aglow in moonbeams, in years past
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