Monday, April 5, 2010

The Two Graves Comments

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'Tis a bleak wild hill,--but green and bright
In the summer warmth and the mid-day light;
There's the hum of the bee and the chirp of the wren,
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William Cullen Bryant
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Dr Antony Theodore 27 May 2020

Patient, and peaceful, and passionless, As seasons on seasons swiftly press, They watch, and wait, and linger around, Till the day when their bodies shall leave the ground. A great poem. tony

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