By The Fireside Ii Poem by William Canton

By The Fireside Ii



In the April sun at baby-house she plays.
Her rooms are traced with stones and bits of bricks;
For warmth she lays a hearth with little sticks,
And one bright crocus makes a merry blaze!

Monday, September 20, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: april,baby,house,sun
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