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6. The Deer Park
Date:
2021-11-15 03:55 pm (UTC)
From:
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An empty hill, and no one in sight
But I hear the echo of voices.
The slanting sun at evening penetrates the deep woods
And shines reflected on the blue lichens.
-Soame Jenyns, 1944
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6. The Deer Park
Date: 2021-11-15 03:55 pm (UTC)But I hear the echo of voices.
The slanting sun at evening penetrates the deep woods
And shines reflected on the blue lichens.
-Soame Jenyns, 1944