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poliphilo
So therefore, though myself be crosst
The shuddering of that dreadful day
When friend and fire and home are lost
And even children drawn away-
The passer-by shall hear me still,
A boy that sings on Duncton Hill.
Hilaire Belloc
poliphiloSo therefore, though myself be crosst
The shuddering of that dreadful day
When friend and fire and home are lost
And even children drawn away-
The passer-by shall hear me still,
A boy that sings on Duncton Hill.
Hilaire Belloc
