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Sleepy Seas by Meg Lower –

“We wandered shyly hand in hand,
And rollicked in the fairy sand,
And gathered pearls and shells in pails,
While all about the nightingales
Were singing in the trees.
We dug for silver with our spades
By little inland sparkling seas,
Then ran ashore through sleepy seas,
And down a warm and winding lane
And never never found again,
Between high whispering trees.

The air was neither night or day,
But faintly dark with softest light,
When first there glimmered into sight,
The Cottage of Lost Play.
‘Twas builded very very old
White, and thatched with straws of gold,
And pierced with peeping lattices
That looked toward the sea……”
JRR Tolkien 1915

Certificate of Authenticity and Poem with painting.