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Anne Evans, (1820–1870)
The summer sward is somewhat hard
Methinks as here I lie;
Yet here I stay, because I love
To look into the sky,
To place behind me for a while
The world and all its ill.
And gaze into the space of space,
How pure, and O, how still!
With thanks to David Proud!
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