from In a Garden:
IV
Sick and sullen and sad the slow days go;
Fog creeps over the land, and frost and snow
Grip on the springs of joy and stop their flow.
Yet at thy voice, beloved, the ice to-day
Felt the ardours of Spring, and fell away,
Bubbled again and sang with the joy of May.
IV
Sick and sullen and sad the slow days go;
Fog creeps over the land, and frost and snow
Grip on the springs of joy and stop their flow.
Yet at thy voice, beloved, the ice to-day
Felt the ardours of Spring, and fell away,
Bubbled again and sang with the joy of May.
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H.C. Beeching (1859-1919)
from In a Garden, and other poems, 1895
[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]
H.C. Beeching biography
H.C. Beeching (1859-1919)
from In a Garden, and other poems, 1895
[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]
H.C. Beeching biography
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