One drowsy afternoon in summer heat
We came, footsore and weary, parched with thirst,
To where a tiny shop and cottage stood
In a sequestered lane ; a calm retreat
Half-hidden in a hedge and leafy hurst.
A faery place in a forgotten wood.
As if by some sure sorcery our feet
Had led us to this spot, fearing the worst,
A shuttered window or a sullen mood,
And finding here a welcome, shy but sweet.
Our needs were simple, they were amply met,
And a rich peace flowed in our veins like cream.
Departure brought a fond but vain regret,
As when one wakes from half-remembered dream.
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