Page 7 - 1915 Mossoks
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Airy mos es, swinging, s 1aying ro es o silver swung,
From gnarled boughs of silver swaying oo,
Every joyous cooling breez ha romp he oaks among
e s heir to a- oss the frolic through.
Here in clumps or here in vis s soft they line the way,
Moss-festooned, leaf-cur ained lo nd high,
Yet no gloom lurks, roof and ide alk le the sunbeams play
Dancing through th rifts that sho the sky.
Bngh and sparkling sifts the sunlight's prying spraying sheen
In broad streams where branches fail to spread,
Leaving ragged window edged wi h quivering green
apphire skies and ~oating clouds o'er head;
While the old oaks draped and sombre shake in mischief droll
With its bois rous gust tha wakes he soul.
Law 17.
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