English poem
Iii
by John Stephen Farmer (1854–1916)
Her strammel, curl'd, like threads of gold, Hung dangling o'er the pillow; Great pity 'twas that one so prim, Should ever wear the willow.
Versos English John Stephen Farmer Iii
Versos English John Stephen Farmer Iii
English poem
by John Stephen Farmer (1854–1916)
Her strammel, curl'd, like threads of gold, Hung dangling o'er the pillow; Great pity 'twas that one so prim, Should ever wear the willow.