قصيدة Bells for John Whiteside’s Daughter
,There was such speed in her little body ,And such lightness in her footfall It is no wonder her brown study .Astonishes us all
,There was such speed in her little body ,And such lightness in her footfall It is no wonder her brown study .Astonishes us all
I am a gentleman in a dustcoat trying-- To make you hear. Your ears are soft and small ,And listen to an old man not at all .They want the young men's whispering and sighing