The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness.


'Spring' (written 1877)


The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush With richness.

The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush With richness.

The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush With richness.

The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush With richness.