𝓑𝔂 𝓪𝓷 𝓘𝓷𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓛𝓪𝓴𝓮 ʙʏ ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ sᴛᴀɴʟᴇʏ ʙʀᴀᴛʜᴡᴀɪᴛᴇ Long drawn, the cool, green shadows Steal o'er the lake's warm breast, And the ancient silence follows The burning sun to rest. The calm of a thousand summers, And dreams of countless Junes, Return when the lake-wind murmurs Thro' golden, August noons. #檀健次[超话]#