Treasure Island

Plato


Neath this Tall Pine


Neath this tall pine,
That to the zephyr sways and murmurs low,
Mayst thou recline,
While near thee cooling waters flow.
This flute of mine
Shall pipe the softest song it knows to sing,
And to thy charmèd eyelids sleep will bring.

Submitted: Monday, September 24, 2012

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