Yellow Clover (Katharine Lee Bates Poems)
Must I, who walk alone,Come on it still,This Puck of plantsThe wise would do away with,The sunshine slantsTo play with,Our ...
Must I, who walk alone,Come on it still,This Puck of plantsThe wise would do away with,The sunshine slantsTo play with,Our ...
Skies the gray of crystal. A strange design of bridges, some straight, some arched, others descending at oblique angles to ...
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