Said Mother Binning: "Whiles I Spin And Whiles I Dream. A Bonny Day
Like This I Look."
English Strickland, Tutor At Glenfernie House, Looked, Too, At The
Feathery Glen, Vivid In June Sunshine. The Ash-Tree Before Mother
Binning's Cot Overhung A Pool Of The Little River. Below, The Water
Brawled And Leaped From Ledge To Ledge, But Here At The Head Of The
Glen It Ran Smooth And Still. A Rose-Bush Grew By The Door And A Hen
And Her Chicks Crossed In The Sun. English Strickland, Who Had Been
Fishing, Sat On The Door-Stone And Talked To Mother Binning, Sitting
Within With Her Wheel Beside Her.
Like This I Look."
English Strickland, Tutor At Glenfernie House, Looked, Too, At The
Feathery Glen, Vivid In June Sunshine. The Ash-Tree Before Mother
Binning's Cot Overhung A Pool Of The Little River. Below, The Water
Brawled And Leaped From Ledge To Ledge, But Here At The Head Of The
Glen It Ran Smooth And Still. A Rose-Bush Grew By The Door And A Hen
And Her Chicks Crossed In The Sun. English Strickland, Who Had Been
Fishing, Sat On The Door-Stone And Talked To Mother Binning, Sitting
Within With Her Wheel Beside Her.
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