Kate By Tennyson

I know her by her angry air, Her bright black eyes, her bright black hair, Her rapid laughters wild and shrill, As laughter of the woodpecker From the bosom of a hill. 'Tis Kate--she sayeth what she will; For Kate hath an unbridled tongue, Clear as the twanging of a harp. Her heart is like … Continue reading Kate By Tennyson

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