ame, was she, For grave her fancies were, and tender. But filled to-day with childish glee, A-thrill with joyous life and pleasure,She is a spray of golden-rod, A heap of glittering, yellow treasure. I see the white rose on her brow, The pink on lips and cheeks is glowing, The lilys blue is in her…
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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