 | Joaquin Miller's Poems |  |
He said these things as he stood with the Squire
By the river's rim in the field of clover,
While the stream flow'd on and the clouds flew over,
With the sun tangled in and the fringes afire.
By the river's rim in the field of clover,
While the stream flow'd on and the clouds flew over,
With the sun tangled in and the fringes afire.
| Joaquin Miller's Poems | |