上海龙凤shlf最新地址Poem: Le Jardin Des Tuileries

上海龙凤shlf最新地址This winter air is keen and cold,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And keen and cold this winter sun,

But round my chair the children run

Like little things of dancing gold.

Sometimes about the painted kiosk

The mimic soldiers strut and stride,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Sometimes the blue-eyed brigands hide

In the bleak tangles of the bosk.

And sometimes, while the old nurse cons

Her book, they steal across the square,

And launch their paper navies where

Huge Triton writhes in greenish bronze.

And now in mimic flight they flee,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And now they rush, a boisterous band -

And, tiny hand on tiny hand,

Climb up the black and leafless tree.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Ah! cruel tree! if I were you,

And children climbed me, for their sake

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Though it be winter I would break

Into spring blossoms white and blue!