Oh, for boyhood's time of June,
Crowding years in one brief moon,
When all things I heard or saw,
Me, their master, waited for.
Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical (1917)
Oh, for boyhood's time of June,
Crowding years in one brief moon,
When all things I heard or saw,
Me, their master, waited for.
Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical (1917)