To-Day I think
To-Day I think
Only with scents,-scents dead leaves yield,
And bracken,and wild carrot's seed,
And the square mustard field;
Odours that rise
When the spade wounds the root of tree,
Rose,currant,raspberry,or goutweed,
Rhubarb
To-Day I think
Only with scents,-scents dead leaves yield,
And bracken,and wild carrot's seed,
And the square mustard field;
Odours that rise
When the spade wounds the root of tree,
Rose,currant,raspberry,or goutweed,
Rhubarb