The Twilight

 by Madison Cawein

In her wimple of wind and her slippers of sleep,
The twilight comes like a little goose-girl,
Herding her owls with many “Tu-whoos,”
Her little brown owls in the woodland deep,
Where dimly she walks in her whispering shoes,
And gown of shimmering pearl.

The Owl      CastleMArdenFarm
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

When cats run home and light is come,
And dew is cold upon the ground,
And the far-off stream is dumb,
And the whirring sail goes round,
And the whirring sail goes round,
Alone and warming his five wits,
The white owl in the belfry sits.

When merry milkmaids click the latch,
And rarely smells the new-mown hay,
And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch
Twice or thrice his roundelay,
Twice or thrice his roundelay;
Alone and warming his five wits,
The white owl in the belfry sits.

Owls, owls… such fantastical fowls!

The Castle Lady

About Evelyn

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2 Responses to The Twilight

  1. coucou Evelyn
    très bon ce billet avec les mots de ces deux écrits là ! bisous ma douce amie

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    • Evelyn says:

      Mais, oui quand bien meme me tromper une petite. J’ai fixe sans peur ! Condolences pour tout les victimes de Paris. J’espere tu n’as pas perdu quelqu’un. Je suis desole.J’dore Paris!
      plusiers des bisous ! ; )

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