Saturday, August 30, 2008


The Spring is coming round - the buds have burst,
And in the coppice path, and in the bower,
The leaping spray of sunlight leaf inwrought
Sports to the gentle bidding of the breeze
The full blown primroses, and playfully
The tender drooping wood anemonies
Toss to the breeze in turn their silver bells.
- H. Alford.

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