nson HEN the western light is fading.And the deepening shadows fall, When the night winds through thebranchesSoftly to each other call; When in grassy country meadowsHeavy hang the clovers red, And the stars begin to twinkleIn the dusky arch oerhead; V … SEVENTEEN, EIGHTEEN MAIDS IN WAITING. m & .A ^m \h ■ ::.-i/iJ/J, V. ^. m»M When within the crowded city Spring the dark lamps into flame, And long rows of lighted windowsSet the street as in a frame; When the busy hours are over,Cares and worries put away, And the evening enters softlyAfter the…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
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