John Bannister Tabb (Джон Банистер Табб)

Hare-Bells

Ring! The little Rabbits' eyes,
In the morning clear,
Moisten to the melodies
They alone can hear.

Ring! The little Rabbits' feet,
Shod with racing rhyme,
If the breezes they would beat,
Must be beating time.

Ring! When summer days are o'er,
And the snowfalls come,
Rabbits count the hours no more,
For the bells are dumb.

1. A Cavalcade
2. An Interview
3. Bicycles! Tricycles!
4. The Sun
5. A Blind Man's Epitaph

Распечатать (To print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1703

Последние стихотворения

To English version