Frances Darwin Cornford Golden Poems
- 1. On Rupert Brooke
A young Apollo, golden-haired,
Stands dreaming on the verge of strife,
Magnificently unprepared
For the long littleness of life.
... - 2. In France
The poplars in the fields of France
Are golden ladies come to dance ;
But yet to see them there is none
But I and the September sun.
... - 3. Feri's Dream
I Had a little dog, and my dog was very small;
He licked me in the face, and he answered to my call;
Of all the treasures that were mine, I loved him most of all.
... - 4. Autumn Morning At Cambridge
I ran out in the morning, when the air was clean and new,
And all the grass was glittering and grey with autumn dew,
I ran out to the apple tree and pulled an apple down,
And all the bells were ringing in the old grey town.
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