As each pale shadow comes and goes.
The near, low gurgle of the brook,
The wren’s glad chirp, the scented hay,
And e’en the watch-dog’s peaceful look
Our vain disquietudes allay.
. . . . . . . . .
Henry Theodore Tuckerman.
As each pale shadow comes and goes.
The near, low gurgle of the brook,
The wren’s glad chirp, the scented hay,
And e’en the watch-dog’s peaceful look
Our vain disquietudes allay.
. . . . . . . . .
Henry Theodore Tuckerman.