Sonnet—Just England..

Radio Record, Volume IV, Issue 36, 20 March 1931, Unnumbered Page

Sonnet—Just England..

-- When palsied Winter grasps with icy hold, And stricken birds of joys have ceased to sing; IVhen trees no longer echo with the ring Of thrushes-long since gone to skies less cold: Then everywhere, around the fire, is toldAls children to their fathers’ arm-chairs cling--A tale of how Sir Knight contrived to bring wu... 4 Captive princess from @ castle old. While, close-without, by fields of glistening white, The poplar trees are swaying to and fro, ~~~ ~~~ There now is heard‘a singing in the night, _. As if some mighty voice, now chanting loi, And now ascending to some heavenly height, . Admired the scene that Winter painted so.

M.W.

S.