A Dark World
Under the pent-house branches the eight swans have come, / Into the black-green water round the roots of the yew;
Edith Joy Scovell
3 poems
Deaths of Flowers
I would if I could choose / Age and die outwards as a tulip does;
The Half-Mown Meadow
I walked in a half-mown flowering meadow by the sea's- / Edge of the grass, where yesterday the mower went.