She Tells Her Love Now, by Robert Ranke Graves
She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
With half-words whispered low:
As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
And puts out grass and flowers
Despite the snow,
Despite the falling snow.
majochan drew me a picture request . . .
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