The Braemar Road (Nina Murdoch Poems)
The road that leads to Braemar winds ever in and out.It wanders here and dawdles there, and trips and turns ...
The road that leads to Braemar winds ever in and out.It wanders here and dawdles there, and trips and turns ...
Not conscious that you have been seeking suddenly you come upon itthe village in the Welsh hills dust free with no road outbut the one ...
Coe, Berry-brown! Hie, Thistledown!Make haste; the milking-time is come!The bells are ringing in the town,Tho' all the green hillside is ...
It is not Spring-not yet-But at East Schaghticoke I saw an ivory birchLifting a filmy red mantle of knotted budsAbove ...
Rivers, tow paths, caravan parks From Kirkstall to Keighley The track's ribbon flaps Like Margaret's whirling and twirling At ten ...
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