Larkin Idea e-bog

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. The dust, rolling up in great clouds o'er the street, Obscured the bright flowers that once were so sweet; And the skies were so brilliant and cloudless, a fear Stole o'er us that never a shower would appear. Our hearts were appalled by a sense of our doom, But the skies over-head showed no shower or gloom. We hated to see our bright blossoms and trees, All despoiled of their beauty by dust-laden breeze. Just then, a large Butterfly, panting and lazy, Alighted for rest near a suffering Daisy.