The Green Month

The Green Month WHAT of all the colours shall I bring you for your fairing, Fit to lay your fingers on, fine enough for you ?– Yellow for the ripened rye, white for ladies' wearing, Red for briar-roses, or the skies' own blue ? Nay, for spring has touched the elm, spring has found the... Continue Reading →

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