1 min read
Слушать(AI)Winter
Clouded with snow The cold winds blow,
And shrill on leafless bough The robin with its burning breast Alone sings now.
The rayless sun,
Day's journey done,
Sheds its last ebbing light On fields in leagues of beauty spread Unearthly white.
Thick draws the dark,
And spark by spark,
The frost-fires kindle, and soon Over that sea of frozen foam Floats the white moon.
Walter de la Mare
Walter John de la Mare (25 April 1873 – 22 June 1956) was an English poet, short story writer, and novelist. He is probably best remembered for
Comments
You need to be signed in to write comments
Other author posts
The Keys of Morning
While at her bedroom window once, Learning her task for school, Little Louisa lonely In the morning clear and cool,
Comfort
As I mused by the hearthside, Puss said to me;there burns the fire , man,and here sit we Four walls around usagainst the cold air;and the latch drawn closeto the draughty stair A roof o'er our headsstar-proof, moon immune,and ...
The Pigs and the Charcoal-burner
The old Pig said to the little pigs,'In the forest is truffles and mast, Follow me then, all ye little pigs, Follow me fast 'The Charcoal-burner sat in the
How Sleep the Brave
Nay, nay, sweet England, do not grieve Not one of these poor men who died But did within his soul believe That death for thee was glorified Ever they watched it hovering near That mystery 'yond thought to plumb, Perchance sometimes ...
