I wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby's veryown world.I know it has stars…
You say that father write a lot of books, but what he writes I don'tunderstand.He was reading to you all…
A little Road—not made of Man—Enabled of the Eye—Accessible to Thill of Bee—Or Cart of Butterfly—If Town it have—beyond itself—'Tis…
A Lady red—amid the HillHer annual secret keeps!A Lady white, within the FieldIn placid Lily sleeps!The tidy Breezes, with their…