pathway-track

Updated: May 16, 2025

The wintry hedge was black; The green grass was not seen; The birds did rest On the bare thorn's breast, Whose roots, beside the pathway-track, Had bound their folds o'er many a crack Which the frost had made between. Thine eyes glowed in the glare Of the moon's dying light.

Lucy Madox Brown Rossetti - Mrs. Shelley