SENT TO A FRIEND WITH A VOLUME OF TENNYSON Wouldst thou know the knightly clash of steel on steel? Or list the throstle singing loud and clear? Or walk at tw...
The increasing moonlight drifts across my bed, And on the churchyard by the road, I know It falls as white and noiselessly as snow . . . . 'Twas such a night...
[Author's Note: The title means "little father" or "dear little father", a term of endearment applied to the Tsar in Russian folk-song. --T.B.A.] From yonder g...
