How Lisa Loved the King
"[...] Yet one day, as they bent above her bed, And watched her in brief sleep, her drooping head Turned gently, as the thirsty flowers that feel Some moist revival through their petals steal; And little flutterings of her lids and lips Told of such dreamy joy as sometimes dips A skyey shadow in the mind's poor pool. She oped her eyes, and turned their dark gems full[...]."
- Paperback | 26 pages
- 152 x 229 x 1mm | 50g
- 07 Apr 2015
- Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
- Illustrations, black and white