Herford, Oliver, 1863-1935 · New York, The Century Co. · leaf 63
For a cruel spell onthe Princess lies.And whoso will may tryHis fate, and look into hereyes;But whoso (luails must die. The millers son is a dusty youth, And dusty curls hath he.Quoth he, I 11 go myself, forsooth, And set this Princess free. 47 … The millers son he hath no spear Nor sword nor coat-of-mail,iJut an honest heart that knows not fear — Heaven grant he may not fail! Jhe millers son at tlie portal knocks,At the Princess feet he bends, And he tosses aside his floury locksAnd a floury cloud ascends. The Princess face in a mist of…
Children's poetry, American
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