The Source
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On the outer edge of Kemble
there’s a stone upon the green
where a spring becomes a trickle in a pond.
It seeps and then it flows
under bridges as a stream
towards the narrowboats of Lechlad...
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Categories:
kemble, london, river,
Form: Rhyme
Frances Ann Kemble
...With what beseeching
Would, I pray—make me equal
Thy works to perform...
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Categories:
kemble, poetess,
Form: Haiku