Das Krist Kindel (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
I had fed the fire and stirred it, till the sparkles in delightSnapped their saucy little fingers at the chill ...
I had fed the fire and stirred it, till the sparkles in delightSnapped their saucy little fingers at the chill ...
The year is born to--day--methinks it hath A chilly time of it; for down the sky The flaky frost--cloud stretches, and the ...
The sweetest flower that ever saw the light, The smoothest stream that ever wandered by, The fairest star upon the brow of ...
Thine eyes are opals through some veiling vapor seen:Mysterious changeful, are they blue or grey or green?Dream they of death ...
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