The Elm

This is the place where Dorothea smiled.
I did not know the reason, nor did she.
But there she stood, and turned, and smiled at me:
A sudden glory had bewitched the child.
The corn at harvest, and a single tree.
This is the place where Dorothea smiled.

by Hilaire Belloc

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(The Elm - Poem by Hilaire Belloc.) **A nostalgic poem. Mysterious and entertaining.