Only By Harriet Prescott Spofford

Only By Harriet Prescott Spofford Something to live for came to the place, Something to die for maybe, Something to give even sorrow a grace, And yet it was only a baby! Cooing, and laughter, and gurgles, and cries, Dimples for tenderest kisses, Chaos of hopes, and of raptures, and sighs, Chaos of fears and […]