Identifier: cu31924013297217 (find matches)
Title: The year's at the spring; an anthology of recent poetry
Year: 1920 (1920s)
Authors: Walters, Lettice D'Oyly, 1880-
Subjects: English poetry
Publisher: New York, Brentano
Contributing Library: Cornell University Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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utumn PINDLE-WOOD, spindle-wood, will you lend me, pray,A little flaming lantern to guide me on myway?The fairies all have vanished from the meadow and the glen.And I would fain go seeking till I find them once again.Lend me now a lantern that I may bear a lightTo find the hidden pathway in the darkness of thenight. Ash-tree, ash-tree, throw me, if you please. Throw me down a slender branch of russet-gold keys.I fear the gates of Fairyland may all be shut so fastThat nothing but your magic keys will ever take me past.Ill tie them to my girdle, and as I go alongMy heart will find a comfort in the tinkle of their song. 105 THE • TEARS ■ AT • THE • SPRING Holly-bush, holly-bush, help me in my task, A pocketful of berries is all the alms I ask: A pocketful of berries to thread in golden strands (I would not go a-visiting with nothing in my hands).So fine will be the rosy chains, so gay, so glossy bright, Theyll set the realms of Fairyland all dancing with delight. ROSE FYLEMAN 106
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theyll set the realms of PAIRVLAMi ALL DANCING WITH IiELKiHT io5 THE ■ YEARS ■ AT ■ THE ■ SPRING I Dont Like Beetles 1 DONT like beetles, tho Im sure theyre verygood,I dont like porridge, tho my Nanna says Ishould ;I dont like the cistern in the attic where I play,And the funny noise the bath makes when thewater runs away. I dont like the feeling when my gloves are made of silk,And that dreadful slimy skinny stuff on top of hot milk ;I dont like tigers, not even in a book.And, I know its very naughty, but I dont like Cook! ROSE FYLEMAN 107 THE ■ YEARS ■ JT ■ THE ■ SPRING Wishes WISH I liked rice pudding, I wish I were a twin,I wish some day a real live fairy Would just come walking in. I wish when Im at table My feet would touch the floor, I wish our pipes would burst next winter.Just like they did next door. I wish that I could whistleReal proper grown-up tunes, I wish theyd let me sweep the chimneysOn rainy afternoons. Ive got such heaps of wishes, Ive only said a fe

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