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.

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2. Spring-Dawn
3. When You Say
4. Vagrant Songs
5. Sonnet (About the house go terrible winds in flight)

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