Exmoor Verses II. Saturn
From my farm, from hr farm Furtively we came. In either home a hearth was warm: We nursed a hungrier flame. Our feet were foul with mire, Our faces blind with mist; But all the night was naked fire About us where we kiss'd. To her farm, to my farm, Loathing we returned; Pale beneath a gallow's arm The planet Saturn burned.
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"From my farm, from hr farm..."
This evocative piece by Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch, titled "Exmoor Verses II. Saturn", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...