A WINTER ROSE. When the meadows were chill and white,Lily-beds heaped with the drifting snows, Rough winds shaking the world at night,Blossomed our fair little winter rose. Soft and pink, from her tender feet To her downy head and her dimpled chin, To her velvet hands and her mouth so…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
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