‘The wind in the ash-tree sounds like surf on the shore at Truro. I will shut my eyes…’
They said: Leave your pebbles on the sand and your shells, too, and come along, we’ll find you another beach like the beach at Truro.
Let me listen to the wind in the ash … it sounds like surf on the shore.
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Jacqueline Kennedy’s favorite poem written by Edna St Vincent Millay. Jackie said it reminded her of the time her and Jack spent on Cape Cod.
