Lyman King
Source: Spoon River Anthology
“Where'er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade,
Trees, where you sit, shall crowd into a shade:
Where'er you tread, the blushing flow'rs shall rise,
And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.”
Summer, line 73.
Pastorals (1709)
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Trees, where you sit, shall crowd into a shade:
Where'er you tread…" by Alexander Pope?
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