Sunshine and shadow play amid the trees
In bosky groves, while from the vivid sky
The sun’s gold arrows fleck the fields at noon,
Where weary cattle to their slumber hie.
How sweet the music of the purling rill,
Trickling adown the grassy hill!
While dreamy fancies come to give repose
When the first star of evening glows.
July, Henrietta Cordelia Ray
The Formalist on Bridget Hoffman.
Nicole Combeau: When we Surrender.
England vs Argentina (Messi), 1 – 2
