Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон)

On the Snow

I knew no woman, child, or man
Had been before my steps to-day.
By Dippel Woods the snow-lanes ran
Soft and uncrushed above their clay;
But little starry feet had traced
Their passages as though in words,
And all those lanes of snow were laced
With runnings of departed birds.

1. When You Say
2. Sonnets. 1. Man Cannot Be a Sophist to His Heart
3. Spring-Dawn
4. Sonnet (About the house go terrible winds in flight)
5. Sonnets. 5. When all is said, we can but turn our eyes

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