Beneath our feet a fairy pathway flows, The grass still glitters in the summer breeze, The dusky wood, and distant copse appear, And that lone stream, upon whose chequerd face We mused, when noon-rays made the pebbles gleam, Is mirrord… — Robert Montgomery Copy Share Image
Beneath our feet a fairy pathway flows, The grass still glitters in the summer breeze, The dusky wood, and distant copse appear, And that lone stream, upon whose chequerÂ’d face We mused, when noon-rays made the pebbles gleam, Is mirrorÂ’d… — Robert Montgomery Copy Share Image
