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The Planters Daughter

The Planters Daughter

The Planter’s Daughter by Austin Clarke

When night stirred at sea

And the fire brought a crowd in,

They say that her beauty

Was music in mouth

And few in the candlelight

Thought her too proud,

For the house of the planter

Is known by the trees.

Men that had seen her

Drank deep and were silent,

The women were speaking

Wherever she went –

As a bell that is rung

Or a wonder told shyly,

And O she was the Sunday

In every week.

Framed in 20x25 cm white wooden frame

Dispatch in time for Christmas

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