Tag Archive for: Harriet Prescott Spofford

PAIRY OF EARLY FALL.

PAIRY OF EARLY FALL. 549.1 If on the path without a word of warning. A web of laces, with silver meshes hoary, And sparks of fire, lles any shining morning, What fairy, you will ask, has wrought this glory Is that the old elm tossing like…

A MIRACLE.

A MIRACLE. 370.5 April, April, full of hopes, All a world of sunny sheen 'Round her, wanders up our slopes, Bluebirds following, in her hands Bursting leaf bud's tender green, Laughing, tilting, on the rocks She hangs her saxifrage, and…