WILFRID'S WISH.
The wild fantastic snow-drifts
Upon the orchard hill
Look like a lot of billows
Asleep and lying still.
I wish they'd take to rolling,
And then, wind-buffeted,
I'd be a jolly sailor
Upon my scarlet sled.
R. K. M.
The wild fantastic snow-drifts
Upon the orchard hill
Look like a lot of billows
Asleep and lying still.
I wish they'd take to rolling,
And then, wind-buffeted,
I'd be a jolly sailor
Upon my scarlet sled.
R. K. M.