Herford, Oliver, 1863-1935 · New York, The Century Co. · leaf 96
No sooner said than done;and then, his treasureburied deep.Upon a bed of moss near byhe laid him down to sleep.For once the elf enjoyed anight from dreams andterrors free; And, waking, soughtwith boundingstep his tall um-brella-tree. … ■ Ah, here it is ! he cried; and sure enough, before his sightIt stood. But what is this ? Another like it to the right!• Which can it be ? He rubbed his chin. What underneaththe sunHas happened ? ^^h}•, I could have sworn last night there was but one.Which can it be that marks the spot in which my…
Children's poetry, American
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