gri_2003_m_46_b01_f06_025
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- WINNER - 65301962 - not-logged-in-e948ab6cad36cc661dbc
- 65303990 - spotovae
- 65312346 - Sparks11212
- 65321563 - kanjoku
- 65333749 - not-logged-in-47b26b05219bd3d39c5d
WINNER - 65301962 - not-logged-in-e948ab6cad36cc661dbc
Like teeth in a comb the rushes riseAnd little plaster swags
Hang like multiplying boughs.
Bamboo conspires to hide the steps.
The portico caves in.
White buds folded in the pond
Are like shells embedded
In the melancholy grot:
A green iron seat
Assuage solitude.
Mist softens here and there an edge
But it is not the day I miss.
Hadrian's vases are chipped:
But it is not the Earl I mourn
Nor the collapse of his estate.
Not for the lost heroic past
Does this tear tremble over sight
Obscuring the passive garden.
It is not Time I mourn but you
Who once walked with me in this view.
[six written at top, signed Lawrence]
65303990 - spotovae
-6-Like teeth in a comb the rushes rise
And little plaster swags
Hang like multiplying boughs.
Bamboo conspires to hide the steps.
The portico caves in.
White buds folded in the pond
Are like shells embedded
In the melancholy grot:
A green iron steat
Assuage solitude.
Mist softens here and there an edge
But it is not the day I miss.
Hadrian's vases are chipped:
But it is not the Earl I mourn
Nor the collapse of his estate.
Not for the lost heroic past
Does this tear tremble over sight
Obscuring the passive parden.
It is not Time I mourn but you
Who once walked with me in this view.
65312346 - Sparks11212
Like teeth in a comb the rushes riseAnd little plaster swags
Hang like multiplying boughs.
Bamboo conspires to hide to steps.
The portico caves in.
White buds folded in the pond
Are like shells embedded
In the melancholy grot:
A green iron seat
Assuage solitude.
Mist softens here and there an edge
But it in not the day I miss.
Hadrian's vases are chipped:
But it is not the Earl I mourn
Nor the collapse of his estate.
Not for the lost heroic past
Does this tear tremble over sight
Obscuring the passive garden.
It is not Time I mourn but you
Who once walked with me in this view.
65321563 - kanjoku
-6-Like teeth in a comb the rushes rise
And little plaster swags
Hang like multiplying boughs.
Bamboo conspires to hide the steps.
The portico caves in.
White buds folded in the pond
Are like shells embedded
In the melancholy grot:
A green iron seat
Assuage solitude.
Mist softens here and there an edge
But it is not the day I miss.
Hadrian's vases are chipped:
But it is not the Earl I mourn
Nor the collapse of his estate.
Not for the lost heroic past
Does this tear tremble over sight
Obscuring the passive garden.
It is not Time I mourn but you
Who once walked with me in this view.
Lawrence
65333749 - not-logged-in-47b26b05219bd3d39c5d
-6-Like teeth in a comb the rushes rise
And little plaster swags
Hang like multiplying boughs.
Bamboo conspires to hide the steps.
The portico caves in.
White buds folded in the pond
Are like shells embedded
In the melancholy grot:
A green iron seat
Assuage solitude.
Mist softens here and there an edge
But it is not the day I miss.
Hadrian's vases are chipped:
But it is not the Earl I mourn
Nor the collapse of his estate.
Not for the lost heroic past
Does this tear tremble over sight
Obscuring the passive garden.
It is not Time I mourn but you
Who once walked with me in this view.
Lawrence