Over June Lane Miranda, As you move between the rocks, Gold as the sun your uncut locks, And turn in its light, The long night coming from over the sky, Oh I never, in all my days, Knew a gaze that rivalled yours. No I never, though I went so far, Met the girl that you are In any teeming town. Miranda, You and I in a tiny shop, On a corner in a street When England was sunny, And the morning late, And free from the gate of a child-filled school You waited that I take you Hand-led to the hill ...

Over June Lane 2012, Xlibris

ISBN-13: 9781479722396

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