dimpled chin, To her velvet hands and her mouth so sweet,Shutting some blissful secret in. We wrapped her in fleecy robes that clung, Fold upon fold, as the roses rest;And the dearest singer that ever sung, Whispered a lullaby over her nest. We drew the curtains, to hide away The chilly world with… … Th- 8
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
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