The Little Hill

This is the hill, ringed by the misty shire- The mossy, southern hill, The little hill where larches climb so high. Among the stars aslant They chant; Along the purple lower slopes they lie In lazy golden smoke, more faint more still Than the pale woodsmoke of the cottage fire Here some Presence takes me […]

Green Rain

Into the scented woods we’ll go And see the blackthorn swim in snow. High above, in the budding leaves, A brooding dove awakes and grieves; The glades with mingled music stir, And wildly laughs the woodpecker. When blackthorn petals pearl the breeze. There are the twisted hawthorn trees Thick-set with buds, as clear and pale […]

The Spring Of Joy: The Beauty Of Shadow

As a child I remember standing awe-stricken  at the strange beauty of a well-known field in the magic of a June dawn.

The Spring Of Joy: The Beauty Of Shadow

If you will go out on some June morning, before the earliest bee comes droning by, when the stripes of sunlight lie right across the awakening earth, you will know the fascination of shadows.

The Spring Of Joy: Laughter

There is a path that leads from everyone’s door into the country of young laughter: but you must stoop to find it. The branches laugh and sigh above; willow heart and traveller’s joy cover you with their soft fleeces; fennel and flowering mint make the air spicy; the burdock and the bedstraw stretch their hands […]

The Spring Of Joy: The Joy Of Music

Now the four winds stand up to sing their winter song-the thud of snow from creaking pine-branches, the cracking of ice on the meres, the reverberating fall of rocks split by the black frost on the hilltop, the shivering whimper of owls-these are the crude notes of the dark months. So the year’s music draws […]

The Spring Of Joy: The Joy Of Music

Just before autumn the oat fields begin their dry-throated song, louder than that of the grass, and the heavier grains keep time with fairy castanets. Sounds of reaping begin to haunt the air; the prelude of autumn has begun.

The Spring Of Joy: The Joy Of Music

The chief singer of Summer is the grass; it is the very voice of Earth, taking us into her confidence. To hear it you must go to some upland, away from water and trees and lie with the green forest above you. Then you will hear the silky ripple of the blades and the velvet […]

The Spring Of Joy: The Joy Of Music

Multitudes of soft sounds make up the music of spring-a gentle stir of growth, the crisp rustle of daffodils against one another, the wind communing with young leaves;and the air is full of plaintive voices of small creatures questioning of life. As the grass grows deep, and June slips by, the birds sing only in […]


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