Upon the hearth the fire is red, Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet, Still round the corner we may meet. A sudden tree or standing stone. That none have seen but we alone. Tree and flower and leaf and grass, Let them pass! Let them pass!
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Biography
Profession:
Novelist
Nationality:
English
Born:
January 3, 1892
Died:
September 2, 1973