On morning runs o’er fields of green, Where the hills rolled high and low, When the sun’s slant glazed with honeyed light, and the dew was all… Read more “MORNING RUNS O’ER FIELDS OF GREEN”
On morning runs o’er fields of green, Where the hills rolled high and low, When the sun’s slant glazed with honeyed light, and the dew was all… Read more “MORNING RUNS O’ER FIELDS OF GREEN”
