the as he approached a little becoming fiction and in the handle of the most authentic historians of those spacious coves which indent the eastern shore of the country as a man would carve his way by swamp and stream and awful woodland to the lot of a mile where it crosses the bridge itself were thickly shaded by overhanging trees which cast a gloom about it like illtempered housewives with their heads under their wings or buried in their mimic harbor undisturbed by the appearance of a little becoming fiction and in the midst of the larger boys and on holiday afternoons would convoy some of the bridge famous in goblin story and just beyond swells the green in joy at their early emancipation (C) 2026 Shane Cooper follow links in the poem, or start new path...