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BRADMERE POOL.
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BRADMERE POOL.
ould you see the summer dawn in
all its soft and magic beauty,
With a crystal sky above you, and
the red sun flashing low;
Where the wych-elm flings her tresses loose to lave them in the waters, And the trunks of mighty beeches stand like pillars all a-glow?
Would you see the summer noon in all its glory and its splendour,
With a golden sun above you, and another far below;
Where cloudlets float like lilies on the lake’s unbroken
surface,
And the boughs are harps for breezes, softly singing as they go?
Would you see the summer even gather round her in
departing
Her embroidered robe of purple, fringed with crimson and with gold;
