Bee-Master (Victoria Sackville-West Poems)
I have known honey from the Syrian hillsStored in cool jars; the wild acacia thereOn the rough terrace where the ...
I have known honey from the Syrian hillsStored in cool jars; the wild acacia thereOn the rough terrace where the ...
I saw within the wheelwright's shedThe big round cartwheels, blue and red;A plough with blunted share;A blue tin jug; a ...
Yes, they were kind exceedingly; most mildEven in indignation, taking by the handOne that obeyed them mutely, as a childSubmissive ...
Cisterns and stones; the fig-tree in the wallCasts down her shadow, ashen as her boughs,Across the road, across the thick ...
All her youth is gone, her beautiful youth outworn,Daughter of tarn and tor, the moors that were once her homeNo ...
When little lights in little ports come out,Quivering down through water with the stars,And all the fishing fleet of slender ...
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