I. Beneath the vine-clad eaves,
Whose shadows fall before
Thy lowly cottage door–
Under the lilac’s tremulous leaves–
Within thy snowy clasped hand
The purple flowers it bore. 243 more words
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Sightless wild giant
Misfortune athwart her
Helped on by her daughter.
Born of the bushveld in time before.
Great matriarch, sage – 50 more words