You are like a creamy pullet, my white hen, whose plumes the wind disturbs when she stoops to drink or peck at the ground, yet proceeding over the grass with measured step just like a queen: full-bosomed and superb and… Read More ›
You are like a creamy pullet, my white hen, whose plumes the wind disturbs when she stoops to drink or peck at the ground, yet proceeding over the grass with measured step just like a queen: full-bosomed and superb and… Read More ›