Fog-Lifted, Every Village Poem by james watkin

Fog-Lifted, Every Village



Fog-lifted, every village
If but morn to morn
For what of its dark veil 'twixt
Shows in one night torn

Brigadoon's deathly, lengthy
Rise from a slumber
Does its mystique's charm honour.
Its magic curse - o'er!

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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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