Saturday, November 14, 2015

My Bonny Forest Maid


O sweet are dews of morning, ere the Autumn blows so chill,
And sweet are forest flowers in the hawthorn's mossy shade,
But nothing is so fair, and nothing ever will
Bloom like the rosy cheek of my bonny Forest Maid.

~ John Clare

Painting: Flowers From The Woods by J. O. Bank

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