The Ash (John Freeman Poems)
The undecaying yew has shed his flowersLong since in golden showers.The elm has robed her heightIn green, and hangs maternal ...
The undecaying yew has shed his flowersLong since in golden showers.The elm has robed her heightIn green, and hangs maternal ...
When Spring comes laughingBy vale and hill,By wind-flower walkingAnd daffodil,—Sing stars of morning,Sing morning skies,Sing blue of speedwell,—And my Love's ...
Wonder I must, what I once may see Over the lofty mountains!Eyes shall meet only snow, may be;Standing here, each ...
Down by the orchard plot a man and boy, The boy's hat just above the whitened floor Of oats half ...
We sow the glebe, we reap the corn, We build the house where we may rest, And then, at moments, ...
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