Whilst running from the Sun, The fields a silhouette cloak, The trees felled from the step, Ere the nightingales weep…
To morn and night
At morn in wait he yonder stood, Since then twas sun in morning drew. Long must in walk he better…
Clearing fog
'Tis morning brewed and lasting sun, That glows grey amongst fading clouds, Whose soaring fire beat the aching drum, That…
Aubadal stroll
It's a fine morning, the day cool and the wind thin, As walking effected, my face would soon like glass…
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