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,

Sometimes the blue-eyed brigands hide

In the bleak tangles of the bosk.

And sometimes, while the old nurse cons

上海龙凤shlf最新地址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 -

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And, tiny hand on tiny hand,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Climb up the black and leafless tree.

Ah! cruel tree! if I were you,

And children climbed me, for their sake

Though it be winter I would break

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Into spring blossoms white and blue!