Wild honey from various thyme By Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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SO IT BEFELL
“What can the burthen be?”
For a sorrow is rolled
From the land of gold...
Something infinite lost—
A peril is crost—
So it befell...
And the rest must be told
To the summer woods and me.
For a sorrow is rolled
From the land of gold...
Something infinite lost—
A peril is crost—
So it befell...
And the rest must be told
To the summer woods and me.
So it befell!
But the wind cannot tell,
And witlessly
He lashes the ferns to a tingling smell,
And tosses the oaks and the mounds of the sea.
But the wind cannot tell,
And witlessly
He lashes the ferns to a tingling smell,
And tosses the oaks and the mounds of the sea.
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