“And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways.”

—  Dylan Thomas , Fern Hill

St. 5
Fern Hill (1946)

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Welsh poet and writer 1914–1953

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