November Landscape
The lawns, the light, the shrouded trees are grey,
The lake in trance repeats the moveless day;
Yet, like a royal ghostly barge, moves on
In proud insulted thought, a single swan.
The lake in trance repeats the moveless day;
Yet, like a royal ghostly barge, moves on
In proud insulted thought, a single swan.
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