Robert Seymour Bridges (Роберт Сеймур Бриджес)

Shorter Poems. Book V. 7. The Palm Willow

See, whirling snow sprinkles the starvèd fields,
          The birds have stayed to sing;
No covert yet their fairy harbour yields.
            When cometh Spring?
Ah! in their tiny throats what songs unborn
            Are quenched each morn.

The lenten lilies, through the frost that push,
          Their yellow heads withhold:
The woodland willow stands a lonely bush
            Of nebulous gold;
There the Spring-goddess cowers in faint attire
            Of frightened fire.

1. Shorter Poems. Book IV. 25. “Say Who Is This with Silvered Hair”
2. Shorter Poems. Book IV. 7. “Gáy Róbin Is Seen No More”
3. Shorter Poems. Book I. 12. “Who Has Not Walked upon the Shore”
4. Shorter Poems. Book II. 4. Wooing
5. Shorter Poems. Book II. 5. “There Is a Hill Beside the Silver Thames”

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