Exmoor Verse: Saturn
From my farm, from her farm Furtively we came.In either home a hearth was warm: We nursed a hungrier flame.Our feet were foul with mire, Our faces blind...
From my farm, from her farm Furtively we came.In either home a hearth was warm: We nursed a hungrier flame.Our feet were foul with mire, Our faces blind...
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