. The year's at the spring; an anthology of recent poetry. top,At the end of the garden, an so I could peep,And see what the sun looks like when its asleep. MARION ST JOHN WEBB 112 THE • YEARS ? AT ? THE ? SPRING Sweet as the Breath ofthe Whin r^WEET as the breath of the whin^^ Is the thought of my love— 1 Sweet as the breath of the whin[^ In the noonday sun—Sweet as the breath of the whin In the sun after rain. Glad as the gold of the whinIs the thought of my love— Glad as the gold of the whinSince wanderings done— Glad as the gold of the whinIs my heart, home again. WILFRID WILSON GIBSON H 1
. The year's at the spring; an anthology of recent poetry. top,At the end of the garden, an so I could peep,And see what the sun looks like when its asleep. MARION ST JOHN WEBB 112 THE • YEARS ? AT ? THE ? SPRING Sweet as the Breath ofthe Whin r^WEET as the breath of the whin^^ Is the thought of my love— 1 Sweet as the breath of the whin[^ In the noonday sun—Sweet as the breath of the whin In the sun after rain. Glad as the gold of the whinIs the thought of my love— Glad as the gold of the whinSince wanderings done— Glad as the gold of the whinIs my heart, home again. WILFRID WILSON GIBSON H 113 THE ? YEARS ? AT ? THE ? SPRING The Law the LawyersKnow About THE law the lawyers know aboutIs property and land ;But why the leaves are on the trees,And why the winds disturb the seas,Why honey is the food of bees,Why horses have such tender knees,Why winters come and rivers Faith is more than what one sees,And Hope survives the worst disease,And Charity is more than do not understand. H. D. C. PEPLER 114. I Air BORN OF A THOUSAND .5TOK-M3, AND GREY WITH THE KUbHING RAINS S THE ? YEARS ? AT ? THE ? SPRING All is Spirit and Part of Me A GREATER lover none can be,And all is spirit and part of am sway of the rolling hills,And breath from the great wide plains;I am born of a thousand storms,And grey with the rushing rains ;I have stood with the age-long rocks,And flowered with the meadow sweet;I have fought with the wind-worn bent with the ripening wheat ;I have watched with the solemn dreamt with the moorland pools ;I have raced with the waters whirl,And lain where their anger cools ;I have hovered as strong-winged swooped as I saw my prey;I have risen with cold grey dawn,And flamed in the dying day;For all is spirit and part of me,And greater lover none can be. L. DO. WALTERS115 rHE • YEARS ? AT ? THE ? SPRING Street Lanterns O UN TRY roads are yellow and mend the roads in London Town. C 1 I Never a
Size: 1366px × 1829px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1900, bookdecade1920, bookpu, booksubjectenglishpoetry
