By Eugene Field (EGYPTIAN FOLK-SONG) Grim is the face that looks into the night Over the stretch of sands; A sullen rock in a sea of white– A ghostly shadow […]
By Eugene Field One night a tiny dewdrop fell Into the bosom of a rose,– “Dear little one, I love thee well, Be ever here thy sweet repose!” Seeing the […]
By Eugene Field O mother-my-love, if you’ll give me your hand, And go where I ask you to wander, I will lead you away to a beautiful land,– The Dreamland […]