er sun nor shadow,In the fragrant heaps of hay. Crept I nearer, looking, listening.Ah, my rogues, I saw the glisteningYellow curls among the clover,Eyes with laughter brimming over,Through the tangled grasses glistening,Where my hidden treasures lay! Then their fortress I invaded, Tossed aside the… … TWELVE YEAES OLD. Soft wind, what shall we sing; what happy songFor Ethel, little Ethel, twelve years old?A song of sweet wild roses, faintly blowing,In rain and dew and sun and shadow growing;Of lilies, blooming day by day more fair,And daisies, opening to the wooing airBrave hearts of sunny gold.…
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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