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BROWN TREES.
Now are the valleys brown 'twixt bluest hills,
From the thick branches burst the leaf to flower,
Wild for the Spring-time world to feast their fill
Of new life and beauty in the magic hour.
From the thick branches burst the leaf to flower,
Wild for the Spring-time world to feast their fill
Of new life and beauty in the magic hour.
Tight buds unswathing on the sap-filled tree,
Brown trees and purple on the azure dark,
Brown in the heather now the questing bee,
Brown to the sapphire heights unsprings the lark.
Brown trees and purple on the azure dark,
Brown in the heather now the questing bee,
Brown to the sapphire heights unsprings the lark.
Deep in the valley is an amber gleam,
Brown gold the river goes and flecked with foam,
Makes a small music now, faint as in dream
And it going to the sea as a child runs home.
Brown gold the river goes and flecked with foam,
Makes a small music now, faint as in dream
And it going to the sea as a child runs home.
Over the dim blue hills a wild fire shows
Honey of the gorse now and shaken gold
Lambs calling to the sheep and the sheep knows
The call of her tender one a few hours old.
Honey of the gorse now and shaken gold
Lambs calling to the sheep and the sheep knows
The call of her tender one a few hours old.
Now in the shadowy hour the slight trees wear
Amber and russet now and all the browns
Veils of the purple on the hidden hair
And they walking two and two, queens by their gowns.
Amber and russet now and all the browns
Veils of the purple on the hidden hair
And they walking two and two, queens by their gowns.
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