Category: Poetry

1970: A Vision of the Coming Age

Collins, John, 1814-1902· 2 chapters· 8,616 words

I was musing alone one hot afternoon, In the shade of a vine on a bright day in June; Not a sound in the air but the hum of the bees, Nor a zephyr to sway the tops of the trees; The cricket seemed tired of the shrill noise he made, The butterfly folded his wings in the shade,...

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I was musing alone one hot afternoon, In the shade of a vine on a bright day in June; Not a sound in the air but the hum of the bees, Nor a zephyr to sway the tops of the trees;...

1. Part 1