 | Collected poems of Thomas Hardy |  |
THE HIGH-SCHOOL LAWN
Gray prinked with rose,
White tipped with blue,
Shoes with gay hose,
Sleeves of chrome hue;
Fluffed frills of white,
Dark bordered light;
Such shimmerings through
Trees of emerald green are eyed
This afternoon, from the road outside.
White tipped with blue,
Shoes with gay hose,
Sleeves of chrome hue;
773
Dark bordered light;
Such shimmerings through
Trees of emerald green are eyed
This afternoon, from the road outside.
They whirl around:
Many laughters run
With a cascade's sound;
Then a mere one.
Many laughters run
With a cascade's sound;
Then a mere one.
A bell: they flee:
Silence then:—
So it will be
Some day again
With them,—with me.
Silence then:—
So it will be
Some day again
With them,—with me.
| Collected poems of Thomas Hardy | |