Earth Folk
The cat she walks on padded claws, The wolf on the hills lays stealthy paws, Feathered birds in the rain-sweet sky At their ease in the air, flit low, flit high. The oak's blind, tender roots pierce deep, His green crest towers, dimmed in sleep, Under the stars whose thrones are set Where never prince hath journeyed yet.
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"The cat she walks on padded claws,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Walter De La Mare delivers a powerful performance in "Earth Folk"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...