Out of the gloom and the grit and the grey out of the fog and the bold you shall come to a land where the peacocks play in a garden of green and gold where big blue butterflies haunt the glades and the snow white egret dreams where rubies are found by nut brown maids wading in orange streams I lived in Burma about 1953 and when I left someone put this verse in my Autograph Book I would be grateful if anyone can throw any light on the Poem or the Author Many Thanks,Heather
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