Field, Or

it is addressed thusly:

it reads:
This gold, though my own senses tell me so
Is but the bright embrace of flowered spring
Yet the path, the sky's fair dappled glow
Have brought to mind a far more heavenly thing.
a postscript is here written:
I absconded with this photo; scene of the crimes:

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