Chapter Two
Of trees that stirred in early Spring The slow sap moving in their veins; Of flowers that dyed the woodland slopes The primrose pale, and daisy-chains; Sun-kissed betimes, or overmourned By shimmery tears of sobbing rains.
Of trees that stirred in early Spring The slow sap moving in their veins; Of flowers that dyed the woodland slopes The primrose pale, and daisy-chains; Sun-kissed betimes, or overmourned By shimmery tears of sobbing rains.