English Poetry


by Michael Fairless

Daffodils in Spring

Hark how the merry daffodils,
Fling golden music to the hills!
And how the hills send echoing down,
Through wind-swept turf and moorland brown,
The murmurs of a thousand rills
That mock the song-birds’ liquid trills!
The hedge released from Winter’s frown
Shews jewelled branch and willow crown;
While all the earth with pleasure trills,
And ‘dances with the daffodils’.

Read more: Spring - Poem of the Month

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Winter - A Dirge

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The wintry west extends his blast,
And hail and rain does blaw [blow];
Or the stormy north sends driving forth
The blinding sleet and snaw [snow]:
While, tumbling brown, the burn comes down,
And roars frae [from] bank to brae;
And bird and beast in covert rest,
And pass the heartless day.

Read more: Winter - A Dirge - January's Poem of the Month