Feb 16
Of Fang and Feather slides thy day
Through Quandre'd halls, delight at play....
That thee should glide thus so, my friend,
Would have, in me, acknowledged end....
That, that which gilds enticement's rung
Indeed, is for which, Song is Sung.
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Through Quandre'd halls, delight at play....
That thee should glide thus so, my friend,
Would have, in me, acknowledged end....
That, that which gilds enticement's rung
Indeed, is for which, Song is Sung.
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Enjoining the joy of Stephen Yocum's delightful story
"Winter Chills and Winged Visitors"
"Winter Chills and Winged Visitors"
