John Atkinson Grimshaw (1874)
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Nostalgic feeling that invades my whole being when for no reason I think of walking under the moonlight through your quiet streets while the wind captivates me inviting me to contemplate your beauty.
I distill my longing for being in those days when with small things you marveled me and in simplicity you delighted my soul.
Strange is in itself to see the essence of what with so much effort has been in the past but I have the memory of how much I have loved your beautiful gentile and the richness of your environment will be recorded in my heart and in my mind very always .