- Author
- Robinson, Mary N.
- Date of Publication
- 1902
A Vision of the Cloister,
On the old stone bridge I loiter, where
Cocalico's clear water
Past the mill and 'neath the willows
ripples o'er its pebbly bed,
All around me birds are singing, and
their melody is ringing
Like a voice from bygone ages, like a
message from the dead.
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So my wand'ring