Friday, September 16, 2011

The ruins. Las ruinas

When the last colours of the day
Have from their burning ebbed away,
About that ruin, cold and lone,
The cricket shrills from stone to stone;
And scattering o'er its darkened green,
Bands of fairies may be seen,
Clattering like grasshoppers, their feet
Dancing a thistledown dance round it:
While the great gold of the mild moon
Tinges their tiny acorn shoon.

The Ruin by Walter De La Mare

1 comment:

  1. RUINAS es lo que hay en tantas partes de este mundo ahora mismo, y yo me pregunto si terminarán algún día. DIOS LO QUIERA!!!


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