BUT WHEN TO-MORROW
BUT WHEN TO-MORROW
But when to-morrow, down the lane,I walk among the flowers again,Between the tall red hollyhocks,Here I shall find you as before,Asleep within your fastened door,—My lazy four-o’clocks!MARGARET JOHNSON.
But when to-morrow, down the lane,I walk among the flowers again,Between the tall red hollyhocks,Here I shall find you as before,Asleep within your fastened door,—My lazy four-o’clocks!MARGARET JOHNSON.
But when to-morrow, down the lane,I walk among the flowers again,Between the tall red hollyhocks,Here I shall find you as before,Asleep within your fastened door,—My lazy four-o’clocks!MARGARET JOHNSON.
But when to-morrow, down the lane,
I walk among the flowers again,
Between the tall red hollyhocks,
Here I shall find you as before,
Asleep within your fastened door,—
My lazy four-o’clocks!
MARGARET JOHNSON.