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Reading edition
It was summer when I found you In the meadow long ago,— And the golden vetch was growing By the shore.
Did we falter when love took us 5 With a gust of great desire? Does the barley bid the wind wait In his course?
Reading edition
It was summer when I found you In the meadow long ago,— And the golden vetch was growing By the shore.
Did we falter when love took us 5 With a gust of great desire? Does the barley bid the wind wait In his course?