Old bramley tree, in what was once Foundry Meadow, Haslemere |
"It is the time of all things gay and green,
A-down the sun-rays slips a showeret clear,
And twigs and stalks and most bare things are seen
To bud beneath the young sun o' the year.
And on the hill a light wind is at play,
Kissing the young-eyed daisies here and there;
And far above the dear Earth in her May
A raptured bird thrills the ecstatic air."
Poems by Maude Egerton Hine, 1885 |
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