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("Stratford-on-Avon")
One warm June evening / I sat in the churchyard / Of old Trinity. I sat there for hours / On an ancient stone, forgetting time.
The Avon, as silent as the centuries it had known, / Glided past, carrying me on with its memories.
From the lush meadow across the river came the bleating of lambs, / And from the limes floated the song of blackbirds.
All about the scent of roses hung heavy.
Then, over the roof of Trinity, the moon arose.
Shakespeare saw the Avon, thus, and loved it, -- / Winding on in the moonlight.