[Poems by Paulding in] Salmagundi | ||
52
FROM MY ELBOW CHAIR.
“Who does not love to list the old wife's taleOf former days, told in her rambling way,
And full of repetitions—yet most rare,
And worthy of the ear of list'ning youth,
Gather'd about the rousing winter's fire?”
[Poems by Paulding in] Salmagundi | ||