England - In His Dreams
A man and child; this one moment
Does he through it wend.
Spoiled of whose charms, in abundance
A fabulous realm dot.
Castle and church. Misted, moulding.
Shrouded too in legend.
And what evokes, more proudly odd
Each fairy tree and grot.
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