Boughs have their fruit and blossom
At all times of the year;
Rivers are running over
With red beer and brown beer.
Poems, 1899-1905 (ed. 1906)
Boughs have their fruit and blossom
At all times of the year;
Rivers are running over
With red beer and brown beer.
Poems, 1899-1905 (ed. 1906)