Sunday, March 25, 2012

Moorland Night Comments

Rating: 4.2

My face is against the grass - the moorland grass is wet -
My eyes are shut against the grass, against my lips there are the little blades,
Over my head the curlews call, And now there is the night wind in my hair;
My heart is against the grass and the sweet earth, - it has gone still, at last;
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Charlotte Mary Mew
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