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    <title>Greacen027</title>
    <Collections>Unpublished Poems</Collections>
    <Contributor>Greacen Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>19 Jan</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Wednesday, March 16, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>Greacen027</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Manuscript</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>Kensington Gardens</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
    <Path>https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/greacen027</Path>
    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
    <Relation>Linen Hall Library</Relation>
    <Rights>Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA</Rights>
    <Scannedimage>https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Greacen027_0.jpg</Scannedimage>
    <Source>LHL Archive</Source>
    <Transcript>﻿Kensington Gardens

Silent the grave green silky sea,
Still as the central heart of Sunday calm
In the dust-red suburbs where only
Occasional cars cough out their tired warnings
And children’s badinage swirls high in the air,
Silence and stillness stretch to &#039;white infinity
Here in those new-leal-springing gardens
Where London pauses from hectic monotony.
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