Sound
of the - -
birch urged some
tardy trav'ler,
along the flowery path to drowsy nooks.
Gleam'd
the dark
moat, and the
castle walls droned;
Wind moan'd, disbranching a sliver of wood.
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I am smiling. I like it! ! I like the laconic expression and the feminine attending to it. :) Thank you for it.