"Tristful" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... morn, When all the glistening field was softly stirred And like a child's in happy sleep I heard The low and healthful breathing of the corn. Late when the sumach's red was dulled and worn, And fainter grew the trite and troublous word Of tristful cricket, that replaced the bird, I sought the slope, and found a ...
— Ride to the Lady • Helen Gray Cone |
