The Lent Lily
'Tis spring; come out to ramble
The hilly brakes around,
For under thorn and bramble
About the hollow ground
The primroses are found.
And there's the windflower chilly
With all the winds at play,
And there's the Lenten lily
That has not long to stay
And dies on Easter day.
And since till girls go maying
You find the primrose still,
And find the windflower playing
With every wind at will,
But not the daffodil,
Bring baskets now, and sally
Upon the spring's array,
And bear from hill and valley
The daffodil away
That dies on Easter day.
~ A. E. Housman
Oh what a lovely poem - you found me on Lanier's blog, right? Beautiful Rossetti and Housman... and beautiful blogs both. I thought I'd quite like to steal Lanier's blog layout, and now I've decided I'd rather have yours instead ;)
ReplyDeleteSigh.. no stealing. Must simply enjoy yours - how clever you must be to have created it so :)
My eldest daughter loves Housman, my son while studying in England ,found a first edition copy of Housman's poetry in a used book store and brought it back for her.
ReplyDeleteShaista, yes I did find you on Lanier's blog. :) No need to steal blog layouts... your's is just lovely. Of course, I knew I would love it the instant I saw the photo from Bright Star. Such a lovely movie.
ReplyDeleteJodi, your daughter has excellent taste! :) How lucky to have a brother that thinks to buy first editions....I'm terribly jealous.
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