By: Ardis E. Parshall - October 03, 2013 Sussex Road By Eva Willes Wangsgaard Her talk was often of the Sussex downs,Of fogs that drenched the noonday violet,Of hedgerows sweet with honeysuckle crowns,Of clumps of lavender and mignonette.But hills were lonely after oceans drewHer people from her to this desert place;She followed, but these alien breezes blewNo scent of rain-wet May and heather lace.Her heart crept back to what the downs ...
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