THE FLY LEAF.
Like a thumb-nail sketchIn the world of art;Like a humming-birdIn leafy bowers;Like a pure quatrainIn a poet’s heart;Like a harebell blueIn a garden of flowers;Or like (I think this figure better)The post-script at the end of her letter.Waitman Barbe.
Like a thumb-nail sketchIn the world of art;Like a humming-birdIn leafy bowers;Like a pure quatrainIn a poet’s heart;Like a harebell blueIn a garden of flowers;Or like (I think this figure better)The post-script at the end of her letter.Waitman Barbe.
Like a thumb-nail sketchIn the world of art;Like a humming-birdIn leafy bowers;Like a pure quatrainIn a poet’s heart;Like a harebell blueIn a garden of flowers;Or like (I think this figure better)The post-script at the end of her letter.
Like a thumb-nail sketch
In the world of art;
Like a humming-bird
In leafy bowers;
Like a pure quatrain
In a poet’s heart;
Like a harebell blue
In a garden of flowers;
Or like (I think this figure better)
The post-script at the end of her letter.
Waitman Barbe.
Waitman Barbe.