Kate Putnam Osgood

  • Out of the clover and blue-eyed grass
      He turned them into the river-lane;
    One after another he let them pass,
      Then fastened the meadow bars again.

    Under the willows, and over the hill,
      He patiently followed their sober pace;
    The merry...

  • Out of the clover and blue-eyed grass
      He turned them into the river-lane;
    One after another he let them pass,
      Then fastened the meadow-bars again.

    Under the willows, and over the hill,
      He patiently followed their sober pace;
    The merry...