In the picture the people stroll and stroll all dayBy walks and lawns, allécs, by pair and pair,Or families in bouquets, contained and gay.The clouds fly out like flags on the volatile air—I have seen it a hundred times and wished to be there. [...]
In the picture the people stroll and stroll all dayBy walks and lawns, allécs, by pair and pair,Or families in bouquets, contained and gay.The clouds fly out like flags on the volatile air—I have seen it a hundred times and wished to be there. [...]