Coventry Patmore (Ковентри Патмор (Пэтмор))

The Year

The crocus, while the days are dark,
Unfolds its saffron sheen;
At April's touch the crudest bark
Discovers gems of green.

Then sleep the seasons, full of might;
While slowly swells the pod
And rounds the peach, and in the night
The mushroom bursts the sod.

The winter falls; the frozen rut
Is bound with silver bars;
The snowdrift heaps against the hut,
And night is pierced with stars. 

1. The Rosy Bosom’d Hours
2. Semele
3. If I Were Dead
4. The Yew-Berry
5. The Barren Shore

Ella Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Year ("What can be said in New Year rhymes")

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