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Poem by Robert Leighton
TO Stratford-on-the-Avon. And we passed Through aisles and avenues of the princeliest trees That ever eyes beheld. None such with us Here in the bleaker North. And as we went Through Lucy’s park, the red day dropt i’ the west; A crimson glow, like blood in lovers’ cheeks, Spread up the soft green sky and passed away; The mazy twilight came down on the lawns, And all those huge trees seemed to fall asleep; The deer went past like shadows. All the park Lay round us like a dream; and one fine thought Hung over us, and hallowed all. Yea, he, The pride of England, glistened like a star, And beckoned us to Stratford.
Poem Theme: Cities of England
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