But poison in the blood;
She set it by a wall that faced the south;
Figs to fill your mouth,
Wild free-born cranberries,
White with blossoms honey-sweet
Flung back her penny, kicked their fruit
That never blow.
A host, of golden daffodils;
Laura stared but did not stir,
"Come buy, come buy."
But poison in the blood;
She set it by a wall that faced the south;
Figs to fill your mouth,
Wild free-born cranberries,
White with blossoms honey-sweet
Flung back her penny, kicked their fruit
That never blow.
A host, of golden daffodils;
Laura stared but did not stir,
"Come buy, come buy."