Eugene Field Quote

How gracious those dews of solace that over my senses fall At the clink of the ice in the pitcher the boy brings up the hall.


The Clink of the Ice: And Other Poems Worth Reading (ed. 1905)


How gracious those dews of solace that over my senses fall At the clink of the ice in the pitcher the boy brings up the hall.

How gracious those dews of solace that over my senses fall At the clink of the ice in the pitcher the boy brings up the hall.

How gracious those dews of solace that over my senses fall At the clink of the ice in the pitcher the boy brings up the hall.

How gracious those dews of solace that over my senses fall At the clink of the ice in the pitcher the boy brings up the hall.