Potter, Miriam Clark, 1886-1965, Balcom, Sophia T · New York : E.P. Dutton & Co. · leaf 81
go to sleep,And rest his giant wings.He stretched and sighed, and then he cried,Ive done so many things!Tve sailed the boats on Silver Bay,Tve turned the farmers mill,Tve flapped the clothes. And now Ill rest IMy weary wings are still. Down lay the wind to go to sleep—Upon a hill-top blue.The… … THE HILL THE hill has cast a pleasant shadeThe summer long day through;And now, at night, it folds its pawsThe way that pussies do; It lies curled up, so big and soft,Behind the purple wood;Id like to stroke its velvet backFor having been so good; Id like to stroke its velvet backIts fluffy forest…
Children's poetry, American
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