The birch tree in winter Leaning over the secret pool Is Narcissus in love With the slight white branches, The slim trunk, In the dark glass; But, Spring coming on, Is afraid, And scarfs the white limbs In green. Submitted by Stephen Fryer
Added: 2 Sep 2002 | Last Read: 4 Sep 2026 4:27 PM | Viewed: 5476 times
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