THE BUCKLE
I had a silver buckle, I sewed it on my shoe, And ’neath a sprig of mistletoe I danced the evening through! L had a bunch of cowslips, I hid them in a grot, In case the elves should come by night And me remember not. L had a yellow riband, I tied it in my hair That, walking the garden, The birds might see it there. L had a secret laughter, I laughed it near the wall; Only the ivy and the wind May tell of it at all. —Walter de la Mare.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 92, 9 July 1927, Page 27
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96THE BUCKLE Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 92, 9 July 1927, Page 27
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