A Song of Spring and Autumn
Francis Turner Palgrave
IN the season of white wild roses
We two went hand in hand:
But now in the ruddy autumn
Together already we stand.
O pale pearl-necklace that wandered
O’er the white-thorn’s tangled head!
The white-thorn is turned to russet,
The pearls to purple and red!
On the topmost orchard branches
It then was crimson and snow,
Where now the gold-red apples
Burn on the turf below.
And between the trees the children
In and out run hand in hand;
And, with smiles that answer their smiling,
We two together stand.
Nice.
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Thanks. 🙂
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At first I thought there was an egg without its top inside the white flower. 🙂
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It does look like something from Easter. 🙂
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Buon mercoledì amico mio HUGS!
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🙂 Buon mercoledì, amica mio Hugs! ❤
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charming sculpture! Beautiful post as always!
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Thanks Cybele. 🙂
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What a beautiful capture, Maverick; I love the children; they look so real.. 🙂
And the poem compliments beautifully, too…
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Thanks Carolyn. They’re playing crack the whip, an old children’s game. 🙂
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I hadn’t heard of that, Maverick, so I googled… 😉
What fun!
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