For, high
In the sky,
With her one white eye,
Motionless, miles above the air,
She had never heard the great Wind blare.
—George Macdonald
Have the first half of the poem copied.
Tuesday
Have the rest of the poem copied.
For, high
In the sky,
With her one white eye,
Motionless, miles above the air,
She had never heard the great Wind blare.
—George Macdonald
Have the first half of the poem copied.
Have the rest of the poem copied.