Maxioms by Jean Ingelow
Against her ankles as she trod
The lucky buttercups did nod.
Against her ankles as she trod
The lucky buttercups did nod.
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.
