Helen Allingham
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A Dream of Winter
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These flowers survive their lover bees
Whose deep bass voices filled the air;
The cuckoo and the nightingale
Have come and gone, we know not where.
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Now, in this green and silent world,
In Autumn, full of smiling light,
I hear a bird that, suddenly,
Startles my hearing and my sight.
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It is the Robin, singing of
A silver world of snow and frost;
Where all is cold and white-except
The fire that's on his own warm breast.
........................................... W. H. Davies
.
These flowers survive their lover bees
Whose deep bass voices filled the air;
The cuckoo and the nightingale
Have come and gone, we know not where.
.
Now, in this green and silent world,
In Autumn, full of smiling light,
I hear a bird that, suddenly,
Startles my hearing and my sight.
.
It is the Robin, singing of
A silver world of snow and frost;
Where all is cold and white-except
The fire that's on his own warm breast.
........................................... W. H. Davies
Val,
SvaraRaderaYes, isn't it.
Helen Allingham is one of my favorite painters - and I like som of her husbands poems too.
Margaretha