Poem by Francis Turner Palgrave

A Song of Spring and Autumn

IN the season of white wild roses
We two went hand in hand:
But now in the ruddy autumn
Together already we stand.

O pale pearl-necklace that wandered
O'er the white-thorn's tangled head!
The white-thorn is turned to russet,
The pearls to purple and red!

On the topmost orchard branches
It then was crimson and snow,
Where now the gold-red apples
Burn on the turf below.

And between the trees the children
In and out run hand in hand;
And, with smiles that answer their smiling,
We two together stand.

1. The Captive Child
2. Paulinus and Edwin
3. The Fugitive King
4. Charles Edward at Rome
5. Midnight at Geneva

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