Flower Fairies of the Winter
- 56pages
- 2 heures de lecture
The wind is cold, the Spring seems long a-waking; The woods are brown and bare; Yet this is March- soon April will be making All things most sweet and fair. See, even now, in hedge and thicket tangled, One brave and cheering sight- The leafless branches of the Blackthorn, spangled With starry blossoms white!





