of consciousness returned to its creation—
where only I could tell her what transpired.
She recollected nothing of her visitor
or any divination she acquired,
except the message she had left with me
before she left her principality
FRESH POSSIBILITIES
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Today we will look at a seasonal poem by A. E. Housman, taking it verse by
verse. XVI — SPRING MORNING Star and coronal and bellApril underfoot
renews,And ...
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