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Poem by Eleanor Farjeon
Three Miles to Penn
To-day I walked three miles to Penn With an uneasy mind. The sun shone like a frozen eye, A light that had gone blind, The glassy air between the sky And earth was frozen wind-- All motion and all light again Were closed within a rind, As I by wood and field to Penn Took trouble in my mind. The slopes of cloud in heaven that lay, Unpeopled hills grown old, Had no more movement than the land Locked in a flowing mould; The sheep like mounds of cloudy sand Stood soundless in the cold; There was no stir on all the way Save what my heart did hold, So quiet earth and heaven lay, So quiet and so old.
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