Augusta Davies Webster

(30 January 1837 - 5 September 1894 / Dorset, England)

Augusta Davies Webster Poems

61. Disenchanted 4/2/2010
62. Deserted 1/3/2003
63. Dearest, this one day we own 4/2/2010
64. Dear love, good-night 4/2/2010
65. Day is dead, and let us sleep 4/2/2010
66. Coming Home 1/3/2003
67. Circe 1/3/2003
68. Choosing 4/2/2010
69. Birds Sing I Love You, Love 1/3/2003
70. Beyond The Shadow 4/2/2010
71. Betrothed 4/2/2010
72. Belated 4/2/2010
73. Autumn’s Warnings 4/2/2010
74. An Inventor 1/3/2003
75. A Summer Mood 4/2/2010
76. A Soul in Prison 1/3/2003
77. A Song Of A Spring-Time 4/2/2010
78. A Preacher 1/3/2003
79. A Dilettante 1/3/2003
80. A Comrade 4/2/2010

The Pine

The elm lets fall its leaves before the frost,
The very oak grows shivering and sere,
The trees are barren when the summer's lost:
But one tree keeps its goodness all the year.

Green pine, unchanging as the days go by,
Thou art thyself beneath whatever sky:
My shelter from all winds, my own strong pine,
'Tis spring, 'tis summer, still, while thou art mine.

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