| COME into the garden, Maud, | |
| For the black bat, Night, has flown, | |
| Come into the garden, Maud, | |
| I am here at the gate alone; | |
| And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, | 5 |
| And the musk of the roses blown. From Maud by Alfred Lord Tennyson |
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i av never come in contact wit this piece.
simple and constructive.
@doc naps...you truly a man of many talents...i see you have an eye for finding it to.
Thank you for introducing us to maudling...so that she may educate us further
@maudling - welcome to blogville
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