Borne faintly along on the breeze.
And so though the blasts of the north-wind
May whirl the sharp sleet 'gainst the pane,
To the bright sunny days of the summer
These leaflets recall me again.
J. T. W.
Borne faintly along on the breeze.
And so though the blasts of the north-wind
May whirl the sharp sleet 'gainst the pane,
To the bright sunny days of the summer
These leaflets recall me again.
J. T. W.