Penjerrick (Read by Helen Langford)- Find out more about Helen's work by entering her name into an internet search engine
I first beheld it when the wintry clouds
Were rolling grandly through the murky air;
And flocks of starlings, wheeling to their home,
Like sound of many waters, murmured there.
Here graceful trees, the green, the rich, the rare
So chastely grouped, in fairy fringes stand;
And limpid rills, and crystal waterfalls,
Are breathing song like notes from angel-land.
Old Winter here is reft of his command,
Rare roses bloom, and fragrance fills the breeze;
Here forest-birds from off a friendly hand
Pick their full meal, and flutter ‘neath the trees.
If such, Penjerrick, be thy Winter scene,
How Eden-hued in summer’s richer sheen!
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