She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
With half-words whispered low:
As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
And puts out grass and flowers
Despite the snow,
Despite the falling snow.
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Hello friends,
Yesterday’s much belated poem-a-day is an untitled work of Robert Graves, about which Ellen is known to have irreverently remarked: “It’s like ‘Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening’, if the narrator were in love with the horse.”
Enjoy.
Ellen