One of my favorite places in London
On Hampstead Heath
AGAINST the green flame of the hawthorn-tree,
His scarlet tunic burns;
And livelier than the green sap’s mantling glee
The spring fire tingles through him headily
As quivering he turns
And stammers out the old amazing tale
Of youth and April weather;
While she, with half-breathed jests that, sobbing, fail,
Sits, tight-lipped, quaking, eager-eyed and pale
Beneath her purple feather.
Hope your feeling better Shuna. This is one of my favorite sites. You have a wonderful old soul Never give up. For some reason looking at your pictures and following your blog relaxes me. Better than valium.lol Thank you.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxo
One of my favorite places in London
On Hampstead Heath
AGAINST the green flame of the hawthorn-tree,
His scarlet tunic burns;
And livelier than the green sap’s mantling glee
The spring fire tingles through him headily
As quivering he turns
And stammers out the old amazing tale
Of youth and April weather;
While she, with half-breathed jests that, sobbing, fail,
Sits, tight-lipped, quaking, eager-eyed and pale
Beneath her purple feather.
Posted by: Ryan | 06 October 2009 at 08:59 PM
Hope your feeling better Shuna. This is one of my favorite sites. You have a wonderful old soul Never give up. For some reason looking at your pictures and following your blog relaxes me. Better than valium.lol Thank you.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Posted by: Linda N. | 08 October 2009 at 06:14 PM