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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