![]() Tinkling sweet music to my sleepy ear, Tiny cloven hooves upon my window-pane. What elf-drawn silken sleigh Abound with garlands of flowers Lifts me to thy dreamy heights? Pray, let me ride with you again And do not break thy spell too soon. By: Frances Jean Gildersleeve-Beaupre' |
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