“Old sundial, you stand here for Time:
For Love, the vine that round your base
Its tendrils twines, and dares to climb
And lay one flower-capped spray in grace
Without the asking on your cold
Unsmiling and unfrowning face.”

— Eleanor Farjeon

Time And Love
Pan-Worship and Other Poems (1908)

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English children's writer 1881–1965

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