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Summerhill School

Poetry:For a Past Life

Millie, our resident poet

I long for autumn with a love fonder than the finest moon, 

Than the lightest, frailest tides lapping at the shore, 

More than all of the stars in the night sky on a faraway forest floor, 

More that most fellow passengers to the grave long for power, 

And, when it comes around- only when it comes around, I shall be enthralled all over again. 


- For a past life.