Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон)
Colour-Tones
I A visionary filmy sheen Scarce palpable of silver-green Limns barren furrow and bare branch. One month more, and the welcoming Gates o' the world will open wide To let the full deep vernal tide Sweep overland, an avalanche Of green, absorbing in its rush This silver-misty verdure ... Hush! This is the old earth's dream of Spring. II In Cobham woods the bluebells run Celestial rillets, streams and rivers, Or else a purple lake they lie, Or little azure pool; The blue flood shimmers in the sun Or under the wind's breathing shivers, While drops cerulean-tincted spill Among the grass. Then very still The dim sweet waters grow and cool Like shadows of the sky. III The yellow light of daffodils The lawns beneath the fruit-trees fills, The yellow light of early spring Swims in the shining upper air, And all about the fragrant fair Blossoming boughs of sunlit white Like clouds of heavenly incense swing 'Twixt yellow light and yellow light.
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