Maxioms by Jean Ingelow
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth
My old sorrow wakes and cries.
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth
My old sorrow wakes and cries.
How gently rock yon poplars high
Against the reach of primrose sky
With heaven's pale candles stored.
How gently rock yon poplars high
Against the reach of primrose sky
With heaven's pale candles stored.
