Behind The House Is The Millet Plot
Muna Lee
Behind the house is the millet plot, And past the millet, the stile; And then a hill where melilot Grows with wild camomile. There was a youth who bade me goodby Where the hill rises to meet the sky. I think my heart broke; but I have forgot All but the smell of the white melilot.
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