annot curb in the wind-steeds; and thoughFirm on their necks youre now lying,If they should pause once, away you would goInto the mud, and lie dying. ill/ % u Wee, winsome Troubleheart, can you notsee,Home, on these wind-steeds I m going,There to sleep sweetly till Spring calls to me ?Then, a fair…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
Internet Archive · Library of Congress · Public Domain Mark 1.0. Free to use for anything.
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