Poem of the day

A Song of Spring and Autumn
by Francis Turner Palgrave (1824-1897)

In the season of white wild roses
   We two went hand in hand:
But now in the ruddy autumn
   Together already we stand.

O pale pearl-necklace that wandered
   O’er the white-thorn’s tangled head!
The white-thorn is turned to russet,
   The pearls to purple and red!

On the topmost orchard branches
   It then was crimson and snow,
Where now the gold-red apples
   Burn on the turf below.

And between the trees the children
   In and out run hand in hand;
And, with smiles that answer their smiling,
   We two together stand.

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