hite gown all embroidered with silver,That trails in the grass with a rustle and shine. And meeting some child here at play in the sunshine,With gracious hands laid on her head, I shall say, I measured myself by these hollyhock blossomsWhen I was no taller than you, dear, one day! She will smile in… … ELEVEN YEARS OLD. IN THE HAYFIELD. Ethel! Baby! softly calling,When the shadows cool were falling,Searched I all the meadows over,Sweet with new-mown grass and clover,When the evening dews were falling,And the evening skies were gayWith the sunset yesterday. Twittered sweet the swallows…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
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