None living may explore.
BY MRS. A. L. LAWRIE.
All the while my needle traces
Stitches in a prosy seam,
Flit before me little faces,
And for them the while I dream.
Building castle, light and airy,
For my merry little Kate,
None living may explore.
BY MRS. A. L. LAWRIE.
All the while my needle traces
Stitches in a prosy seam,
Flit before me little faces,
And for them the while I dream.
Building castle, light and airy,
For my merry little Kate,