Spring Song by Charles Francis Knauber Poetry Magazine
Spring Song Poem. And ever in our hearts doth ring. When was maiden half so fair?
Spring Song by Charles Francis Knauber Poetry Magazine
We wander forth, my love and i. We wander forth, my love and i. And ever in our hearts doth ring. View the full text of the poem in this episode. When was maiden half so fair? Web the planter wends across the wold, and, glad, beneath the shining sky. Web the planter wends across the wold, and, glad, beneath the shining sky. The green of jesus is breaking the ground and the sweet smell of delicious jesus is opening. Web when shepherds pipe on oaten straws, and merry larks are plowmen’s clocks, when turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, and. And ever in our hearts doth ring.
View the full text of the poem in this episode. We wander forth, my love and i. Web the planter wends across the wold, and, glad, beneath the shining sky. We wander forth, my love and i. And ever in our hearts doth ring. Web when shepherds pipe on oaten straws, and merry larks are plowmen’s clocks, when turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, and. Web the planter wends across the wold, and, glad, beneath the shining sky. When was maiden half so fair? And ever in our hearts doth ring. The green of jesus is breaking the ground and the sweet smell of delicious jesus is opening. View the full text of the poem in this episode.
