Tis true among fields and woods I sing, Aloof from cities–that my poor strains Were born, like the simple flowers you bring, In English meadows and English lanes.
Tis true among fields and woods I sing, Aloof from cities–that my
Tis true among fields and woods I sing, Aloof from cities–that my poor strains Were born, like the simple flowers you bring, In English meadows and English lanes.
