Litrasaurus Quest

The cock is crowing,The stream is flowing,The small birds twitter,The lake doth glitter,The green field sleeps in the sun;The oldest and youngestAre at work with the strongest;The cattle are grazing,Their… Continue reading

The poem that Litrasaurus has chosen to feature this month is “An October Garden” by Christina Rossetti In my Autumn garden I was fainTo mourn among my scattered roses;Alas for… Continue reading

The Violet and the Bee “And pray, who are you?”Said the Violet blueTo the Bee, with surprise,At his wonderful size,In her eyeglass of dew.“I, madam,” quoth he,“Am a publican Bee,Collecting… Continue reading

“June” by Francis Duggan It’s beautiful the Summer month of JuneWhen all of God’s own wildflowers are in bloomAnd sun shines brightly most part of the dayAnd butterflies o’er lush… Continue reading

There is May in books forever; May will part from Spenser never; May’s in Milton, May’s in Prior, May’s in Chaucer, Thomson, Dyer; May’s in all the Italian books: She… Continue reading

by Algernon Charles Swinburne I Ere frost-flower and snow-blossom faded and fell, and the splendour of winter had passed out of sight, The ways of the woodlands were fairer and… Continue reading

He knows no winter, he who loves the soil,For, stormy days, when he is free from toil,He plans his summer crops, selects his seedsFrom bright-paged catalogues for garden needs.When looking… Continue reading

Whose woods these are I think I know.   His house is in the village though;   He will not see me stopping here   To watch his woods fill up with snow.    My little horse… Continue reading

“I heard a bird sing In the dark of December A magical thing And sweet to remember. ‘We are nearer to Spring Than we were in September,’ I heard a… Continue reading

Autumn, I love thy parting look to viewIn cold November’s day, so bleak and bare,When, thy life’s dwindled thread worn nearly thro’,With ling’ring, pott’ring pace, and head bleach’d bare,Thou, like… Continue reading