“Tis true among fields and woods I sing, Aloof from cities--that my poor strains Were born, like the simple flowers you bring, In English meadows and English lanes.” PoetryBornSimplePoorCitiesFieldsFlowerWoodsStrainLanesMeadowsAloof Book:Days of the Year: A Poetic Calendar from the Works of A. Austin Source: Days of the Year: A Poetic Calendar from the Works of A. Austin
“Where has thou been all the dumb winter days When neither sunlight was nor smile of flowers, Neither life, nor love, nor frolic, Only expanse melancholic, With never a note of thy exhilarating lays?” FlowerLaysNotesWinterDumbSunlightExhilaratingExpanseWinter Days Book:Days of the Year: A Poetic Calendar from the Works of A. Austin Source: Days of the Year: A Poetic Calendar from the Works of A. Austin
“Never did form more fairy thread the dance Than she who scours the hills to find it flowers; Never did sweeter lips chained ears entrance Than hers that move, true to its striking hours; No hands so white e'er decked the warrior's lance, As those which tend its lamp as darkness lours; And never since dear Christ expired for man, Had holy shrine so fair a sacristan.” MenHandsMovingFormChristHoursWhiteDarknessFlowerHolyFairsEarsLipsDearWarriorHillsFairyThreadLampsEntrancesChainedShrinesExpired Book:Madonna's child [a poem]. Source: Madonna's child [a poem].
