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THE OLD SUMMERHOUSE This blue-washed, old, thatched summerhouse —Paint scaling, and fading from its walls —How often from its hingeless doorI have watched — dead leaf, like the ghost of a mouse,Rasping the worn brick floor —The snows of the weir descending below,And their thunderous waterfall. Fall — fall: dark, garrulous rumour,until I could listenContinue reading “BEAUTY AND PAIN OLD SUMMERHOUSE : Walter De La Mare : : Summer Time Classic : :”