Poem by Francis William Bourdillon

A Spring Evening

Across the Glory of the glowing skies,
A veil is drawn of shadowed mists that rise
From lavishness from God's late gift. the rain.

So, after farewell said, fond memories
Of words and looks, now over, come again
Across the glowing heart, a veil of pain.

1. Drought
2. On the South Downs
3. The Acorn
4. Christmas Roses
5. The Heart Cry

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