Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон)

Bronwen of the Flowers

Bronwen gathered wild-flowers
Up-and-down the lane;
Her gathering touch upon them
Sweeter was than rain.

Now a blossom overblown,
Now a bud begun--
Her eye that lightened on them
Was quicker than the sun.

One by one she named them,
Oh, she did express
In her pretty namings
All their prettiness:

Some were fit for virgins,
Some for merry dames,
And the love with which she named them
Was lovelier than their names.

1. Three Miles to Penn
2. Two Choruses from “Merlin in Broceliande”
3. Sonnets. 12. I hear love answer: Since within the mesh
4. Sonnets. 14. Now I have love again and life again
5. “Colin Clout, Come Home again!”

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