Sinopsis

A Child Little wisp of wonderment, All the world your doll! Hugging it in huge content, Little wisp of wonderment; Life has only laughter sent— Everything is droll: Little wisp of wonderment, All the world your doll. Arthur Henry Adams A Portrait HER glance is equable, serene; She looks at life with level brow; She strides through circumstance—a queen! To compromise she cannot bow— Even to love she will not lean! Not hers the head that, like a flower, Trembles upon a swaying stem