English poem
Iii
Soon Summer will be queen, At her brown throat one rose, And poppy-pod, and bean, Will rustle as she goes, As down the garth she goes. Soon Summer will be queen, At her brown throat one rose.
Versos English Madison Julius Cawein Iii
Versos English Madison Julius Cawein Iii
English poem
Soon Summer will be queen, At her brown throat one rose, And poppy-pod, and bean, Will rustle as she goes, As down the garth she goes. Soon Summer will be queen, At her brown throat one rose.