by Elinor Wylie (1885 - 1928)

Golden bough
Language: English 
These lovely groves of fountain-trees that shake
A burning spray against autumnal cool
Descend again in molten drops to make
The rutted path a river and a pool.

They rise in silence, fall in quietude,
Lie still as looking-glass to every sense
Save where their lion-colour in the wood
Roars to miraculous heat and turbulence.


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This text was added to the website: 2021-01-26
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