English poem
Iii
Ah, heart, the Summer's queen, At her brown throat one rose; The poppies now are seen With seed-pods thrust in rows. Dear heart, the Summer's queen, At her brown throat one rose.
Versos English Madison Julius Cawein Iii
Versos English Madison Julius Cawein Iii
English poem
Ah, heart, the Summer's queen, At her brown throat one rose; The poppies now are seen With seed-pods thrust in rows. Dear heart, the Summer's queen, At her brown throat one rose.