When green buds hang in the elm like dust
And sprinkle the lime like rain,
Forth I wander, forth I must,
And drink of life again.
Forth I must by hedgerow bowers
To look at leaves uncurled,
And stand in the field where cuckoo flowers
Are lying about the world.
3 comments:
You have mastered the close-ups beautifully. I can't work it out at all!
Thank you for this Lucy - as another Housman fan I found this a very sensitive melding of his verse with your photography.
A glorious entwining.
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