I could not hear the brook flow,
The noisy wheel was still.
The Brookside.
The beating of my own heart
Was all the sound I heard.
The Brookside.
[[635]]
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. 1809- ——.
Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!
I could not hear the brook flow,
The noisy wheel was still.
The Brookside.
The beating of my own heart
Was all the sound I heard.
The Brookside.
[[635]]
Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!