~~**~~And the waves gave place to the wheatlands
Myriad-touched with gold
Then my soul felt century-weary
And untold aeons old....
Myriad-touched with gold
Then my soul felt century-weary
And untold aeons old....
From "A Wheat-Field Fantasy" by Harry Kemp
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