Exmoor Verse: Saturn

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Title:     Exmoor Verse: Saturn
Author: Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch [More Titles by Quiller-Couch]

From my farm, from her 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.

[The end]
Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch's poem: Exmoor Verse: Saturn

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