Poem by Eleanor Farjeon

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. 9. Love Needs not Two the Render It Complete
2. Sonnets. 16. O lovely life, how you have worn me out
3. Sonnets. 10. What is this anguish then that always stands
4. The Reflection
5. In the Oculist's Anteroom

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