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. Sonnets. 12. I hear love answer: Since within the mesh
2. The Maid's Idyll
3. Three Miles to Penn
4. Poplars at Night
5. Sonnets. 17. My Little Dream, My Momentary Dream

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