BUT WHEN TO-MORROW
Reading edition
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.
Reading edition
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.