Divided

AN EMPTY sky, a world of heather,
Purple of foxglove, yellow of broom;
We two among them wading together,
Shaking out honey, treading perfume.
Crowds of bees are giddy with clover,
Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet
Crowds of larks at their matins hang over,
Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet.
Flusheth the rise with her purple favour,
Gloweth the cleft with her golden ring,
’Twixt the two brown butterflies waver,
Lightly settle, and sleepily swing.
We two walk till the purple dieth
And short dry grass under foot is brown;
But one little streak at a distance lieth
Green like a ribbon to prank the down.

An excerpt from Jean Ingelow's poem "Divided".

I added some "new" vintage books to my Etsy shop this evening. Please be sure to stop by and take a peak. Besides this delightful copy of Jean Ingelow poetry I have listed a 1940's copy of "Wuthering Heights", a copy of "The Little Minister" dating the late 1800's, as well as, a couple other lovely books from the 1800's.

Hope you are all enjoying a lovely start to your week!