Following on from yesterday’s grey post.lovely pink tulips

SOMETIMES when all the world seems grey and dun
And nothing beautiful, a voice will cry,
“Look out, look out! Angels are drawing nigh!”
Then my slow burdens leave me one by one,
And swiftly does my heart arise and run
Even like a child while loveliness goes by-
And common folk seem children of the sky,
And common things seem shapèd of the sun...

Anna Hempstead Branch: While Loveliness Goes By


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