The lily’s withered chalice falls
Around its rod of dusty gold,
And from the beech trees on the wold
The last wood-pigeon coos and calls.
The gaudy leonine sunflower
Hangs black and barren on its stalk,
And down the windy garden walk
The dead leaves scatter,hour by hour.
Pale privet-petals white as milk
Are blown into a snowy mass;
The roses lie upon the grass,
Like little shreds of crimson silk.
| Format |
:Kitap |
| Barkod |
:9786257374804 |
| Yayın Tarihi |
:2021-03-01 |
| Yayın Dili |
:İngilizce |
| Orjinal Adı |
:Impressions Of America |
| Baskı Sayısı |
:1.Baskı |
| Sayfa Sayısı |
:24 |
| Kapak |
:Karton |
| Kağıt |
:Kitap Kağıdı |
| Boyut |
:135 X 210 |
