her hair.High rides the thirsty sun, Fiercely and high,Faint little dandelion Closeth her eye. Pale little dandelion In her white shroud,Heareth the angel-breeze Call from the cloud;Tiny plumes fluttering, Make no delay;Little winged dandelion Soareth away. gPRIJMQ. SPRING is coming, Spring is… … THE EBB and flow! ebb and flow!Chanting ever, chanting low,Oer the rocks, oer the strand,And far oer the naked sand. To and fro ! to and fro !Hocking ever, rumbling low, .Singing soft, singing sweet,When thy restless waves do meet. HOME SONGS. 137 Louder still! louder still!With a merry right good…
Children's poetry
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