The Elfin Valley (Mary Webb Poems)
By this low rock pool, dark and sweet,Where panting Summer cools her feet,No creature stirs, except the leavesThat sometimes glide ...
By this low rock pool, dark and sweet,Where panting Summer cools her feet,No creature stirs, except the leavesThat sometimes glide ...
The fibres of the white-flowered rush Are with the white grass bound. So do the two together go, ...
A YEAR ago we walked the wood-- A year ago to-day; A blackbird fluttered round her ...
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