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Thursday, June 12, 2014

Litha is coming
Midsummer Poem
The young maid stole through the cottage door,
And blushed as she sought the Plant of pow'r;--
Thou silver glow-worm, O lend me thy light,
I must gather the mystic St. John's wort tonight,
The wonderful herb, whose leaf will decide
If the coming year shall make me a bride
So Mote it Be ☽✪☾