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. 11. A few of us who faltered as we fared
2. Sonnets. 16. O lovely life, how you have worn me out
3. Little Dream-Brother
4. The Last Week in September
5. In the Oculist's Anteroom

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