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BRADMERE POOL.

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ould you  see  the  summer  dawn  in all  its  soft  and  magic  beauty, With a crystal  sky  above  you,  and the red  sun  flashing  low;

Where the  wych-elm  flings  her  tresses loose to  lave  them  in  the  waters, And the  trunks  of  mighty  beeches  stand  like pillars all  a-glow?

Would you  see  the  summer  noon  in  all  its  glory  and its splendour,

With a golden  sun  above  you,  and  another  far  below; Where cloudlets  float  like  lilies  on  the  lake’s  unbroken surface,

And the  boughs  are  harps  for  breezes,  softly  singing  as they  go?

Would you  see  the  summer  even  gather  round  her  in departing

Her embroidered  robe  of  purple,  fringed  with  crimson and with  gold;

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