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Poem by Robert Seymour Bridges The Palm Willow See, whirling snow sprinkles the starvèd fields, The birds have stayed to sing; No covert yet their fairy harbour yields. When cometh Spring? Ah! in their tiny throats what songs unborn Are quenched each morn. The lenten lilies, through the frost that push, Their yellow heads withhold: The woodland willow stands a lonely bush Of nebulous gold; There the Spring-goddess cowers in faint attire Of frightened fire. Robert Seymour Bridges Robert Seymour Bridges's other poems:
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