i ponder if the snow loves the timber and fields, that it kisses them so lightly? and then it covers them up cushty, you apprehend, with a white cover; and possibly it says 'nod off, darlings, till the summer season comes another time
i ponder if the snow loves the timber and fields, that it kisses them so lightly? and then it covers them up cushty, you apprehend, with a white cover; and possibly it says 'nod off, darlings, till the summer season comes another time