Poem: Le Jardin Des Tuileries
Poem: Le Jardin Des Tuileries
This winter air is keen and cold,
And keen and cold this winter sun,
But round my chair the children run
Like little things of dancing gold.
上海龙凤shlf最新地址Sometimes about the painted kiosk
The mimic soldiers strut and stride,
上海龙凤shlf最新地址Sometimes the blue-eyed brigands hide
In the bleak tangles of the bosk.
And sometimes, while the old nurse cons
上海龙凤shlf最新地址Her book, they steal across the square,
And launch their paper navies where
Huge Triton writhes in greenish bronze.
And now in mimic flight they flee,
And now they rush, a boisterous band -
上海龙凤shlf最新地址And, tiny hand on tiny hand,
Climb up the black and leafless tree.
上海龙凤shlf最新地址Ah! cruel tree! if I were you,
And children climbed me, for their sake
Though it be winter I would break
上海龙凤shlf最新地址Into spring blossoms white and blue!