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 ...
INOT only in the garden may be seenThe garden's beauty. Many a tree and fieldBeyond its bounds a touch of ...
ITHE season falters: our desires outrunIts progress. Winter, though it yield to spring,Like a dead wasp hath venom in its ...
IPEAR-TREES, once white with April's garlanding,And apple-trees, whose blossoms pink and whiteWhen May was young were pictures of delight,Have not ...
ISTILL do the garden's half-awakened bedsWait for the passing of the wintry cold;But in this fairy palace we beholdThe sheltered ...
SNOW on the Mountains! 'Tis the country nameOf this white flower that hangs adown the wall.The snows that on Helvellyn's ...
SPRING triumphed, but hath meekly stepped aside,Like a good warrior to his lawful lordYielding the laurels purchased by his sword,With ...
THE buds of bloom are opening on the pear;The plum with promised blossom seems alive.Oh, if these tender things can ...
THE power of spring is waxing. One by oneThe Wallflowers show their comeliness at lastIn token that the winter months ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories