William George Aston
Poems (9)
- 'Tis the cuckooListen well !
- 'Tis the first snowJust enough to bend
- 'Twas the new moonSince then I waited—
- Frog Poem (Aston)"An ancient pond!
- I come wearyIn search of an inn—
- Of MiideraThe gate I would knock at—
- On a whithered branchA crow is sitting
- The cry of the cicadaGives us no sign
- Thought I, the fallen flowersAre returning to their branch;