Nature
Song of the Monks (from Within and Without)
From The poetical works of George MacDonald in two volumes — Volume 1
Nature
When the moon gets up with her big round face,
Like Mistress Poll's in the market-place,
Down to the village below we pace;--
We know a supper that wants a grace:
Past the curtsying women we go,
Past the smithy, all a glow,
To the snug little houses at top of the row--
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MacDonald, George. “Song of the Monks (from Within and Without).” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/macdonald/0/.
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MacDonald, George. “Song of the Monks (from Within and Without).” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/macdonald/0/.
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