Winter Aconit (Robert Henry Forster Poems)
ITHE year hath turned, and daily grows the light:The garden stirs and wakens from its sleep,And tiny spikes of green ...
ITHE year hath turned, and daily grows the light:The garden stirs and wakens from its sleep,And tiny spikes of green ...
I"HERE are sweet peas, on tip-toe for a flight."How aptly that immortal poet singsOf these and of all other lovely ...
ISTILL do the garden's half-awakened bedsWait for the passing of the wintry cold;But in this fairy palace we beholdThe sheltered ...
ICHILL was the midnight at the birth of May,And yet ere long the infant month declinedTo wear the rags that ...
SNOW falls, but not the snow of winter's chill:'Tis white pear-blossom petals that have doneTheir herald duty. Now the kiss ...
HYACINTHS dormant in their peaty bed;For months no change, no progress to be seen;And then these small excrescences of green,Which ...
ROSE of the queenly flower and royal name,That like a breastplate wrought of filigreeDeckest the house-wall, and art soon to ...
AUTUMN grows old, but still the sun is bright,As though he wished that summer should remain.Yet every day is shortening ...
THE power of spring is waxing. One by oneThe Wallflowers show their comeliness at lastIn token that the winter months ...
FORTUNE hath altered since a year ago.The Cinderella of this sunny bedWast thou, neglected and dispirited,With not a flower and ...
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