Walter De la Mare,
Songs of Childhood
“ Here is the snow, and there the sun, but never bloom nor bird; Nor warbling flame, nor gloaming-rope of amethyst there shows, Nor bunches of green emeralds, nor belfry, well, and rose, Nor cloud of gold, nor cherry-tree, nor witch in brindled shawl, But like a dream which vanishes, so vanished were they all. When Lucy sees, and only sees, three crows upon a bough, And earthly twigs, and bushes hidden white in driven snow, Then 'O!' said Lucy, 'three times three is nine—I plainly see Some witch has been a-walking in the fields in front of me.' ”
