Sunset at Marbery Mere, Cheshire
All is too noisy, rowdy and blue,
Except that quiet I glean from you;
In latter times, on Summer eves,
When peach lit skies
Back-clothe your satin water stage.
All, too, is hectic, frantic and wild,
Except your consolation smiled,
In sultry times, on Summer eves,
When meadow quilts
Lie soft about your bushy beds.
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