Eugene Field - To Chloe

Eugene Field - To Chloe

Chloe, you shun me like a hind br That, seeking vainly for her mother, br Hears danger in each breath of wind, br And wildly darts this way and t' other; br br Whether the breezes sway the wood br Or lizards scuttle through the brambles, br She starts, and off, as though pursued, br The foolish, frightened creature scrambles.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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