Читать книгу Belford's Magazine, Vol II, No. 10, March 1889 - Various - Страница 3
THISTLE-DOWN
ОглавлениеAll silver-shod within a weed's
Dark heart, a thousand tiny steeds
Were tethered in one stall. Each wee heart
Panted for flight, and longed to start
Upon the race-course just beyond their walls;
And, while they waited, down the silent stalls
The wind swept softly, and, with fingers light,
Bridled the thistle horses for their flight.
Annie Bronson King.