John Bannister Tabb (Джон Банистер Табб)

An Interview

  I sat with chill December
    Beside the evening fire.
  "And what do you remember,"
    I ventured to inquire,
  "Of seasons long forsaken?"
    He answered in amaze,
  "My age you have mistaken;
    I've lived but thirty days."

1. Foot-Soldiers
2. The Baby's Star
3. The Bluebird
4. The Woodpecker
5. A Bunch of Roses

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