William C. Bryant Quotes
And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.
And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last. (William C. Bryant)
And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.