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Long drawn, the cool, green shadows Steal o'er the lake's warm breast, And the ancient silence follows The burning sun to rest. The calm of a thousand summers, And dreams of countless Junes, Return when the lake-wind murmurs Through golden August noons.
William Braithwaite -
My heart gives thanks for empty moments given to dreams, and for thoughtful people who help those dreams come true
William Braithwaite