The Acorn (Francis William Bourdillon Poems)
An acorn swungOn an oak-tree bough;So long it had hung,It would fain fall nowTo the kindly earth,That its germ withinMight ...
An acorn swungOn an oak-tree bough;So long it had hung,It would fain fall nowTo the kindly earth,That its germ withinMight ...
'HERE' Soft benediction of September sun;Voices of children, laughing as they run;Green English lawns, bright flowers and butterflies;And over all ...
The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies ...
She turned the page of wounds and death With trembling fingers. In a breath The gladness of her life became ...
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