Eliot, Samuel, 1821-1898 · Boston : [J. Wilson & Son, University Press] · leaf 120
his dream. He rubs his pretty eyes. He shakes his curly head.And says, with great surprise, Why, Im not asleep in bed I The boat is rising and sinking Over the sailors graves ;And he laughs out. Isnt it nice, Playing see-saw with the waves .^ Alas! he little thinks Of the grief <.n\ the far-oH… … ^4;
Children's poetry
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