Hello there lovely listeners this is Sam and this is episode 84 of the Victor Prep

fan vocab podcast this podcast is dedicated to all those listeners who are currently far away from the people

they care about, whether it's their family or all other loved ones. I know how difficult that that is. You know I've

lived 10 years now in other countries away from my family and I was feeling a little blue this evening so I felt happy that it was

poetry time since it's Friday tomorrow and that means it's poetry day on the Victor Prep, provoke our podcast.

And so I was reading through a bunch of my poetry books to find a good poem,

and that cheered me up.

So, yeah, this is for everyone out there who's missing someone.

So here's a poem called A Garden by the Sea, by a poet called William Morris, who was a British poet who lived in the 1800s.

I know a little garden close, set thick with Lily and red rose, what I would wonder if I might, from Dewey Dawn to Dewey Night, and have

one with me wandering.

And though within it no bird sing, and though no pillared house is there, and though the apple

boughs are bare, of fruit and blossom wood to God her feet upon the greengrass trod and I beheld them as before.

There comes a murmur from the shore, and in the place to fair streams are, drawn from the purple

hills afar, drawn down unto the restless sea,

dark hills whose heath bloom feeds no bee,

dark shore no ship has ever seen,

tormented by the billows green,

whose murmur comes unceasingly, and to the place for which I cry,

for which I cry both day and night, for which I let slip all delight, whereby I grow both death and blind, careless

to win, unskilled to find, and quick to loose what all men seek yet tottering as I am

and weak still have I a little, to seek within the jaws of death an entrance to that happy place,

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