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A Poem for the Week’s End

There is a spot mid barren hills Where winter howls and driving rain But if the dreary tempest chills There is a light that warms again.   The house is old, the trees are bare And moonless bends the misty dome But what on earth is half so dear— So longed for as the hearth… Continue reading A Poem for the Week’s End

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A Walk Around the Block : Poem #13

GLORY be to God for dappled things— For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings; Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough; And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who… Continue reading A Walk Around the Block : Poem #13

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A Walk Around the Block : Poem #10

Autumn Fires In the other gardens And all up the vale, From the autumn bonfires See the smoke trail! Pleasant summer over And all the summer flowers, The red fire blazes, The grey smoke towers. Sing a song of seasons! Something bright in all! Flowers in the summer, Fires in the fall! -Robert Louis Stevenson… Continue reading A Walk Around the Block : Poem #10