Did you see a little lady Pass you by without a bonnet, In a robe of crimson satin, With some pretty dots upon it ? All the day she haunts the garden,Mid the roses, pinks, and lilies. Under cooling; leaves she loiters,When the drowsy noon so still is. Then, on busy cpiest, she hurriesTill the dewy…
Children's literature, American · Children's literature
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