A young spring-tender girlcombed her joyous hair'You are very ugly' said the mirror.
But,on her lips hunga smile of dove-secret loveliness,for only that morning had notthe blind boy said,'You are beautiful'?
A young spring-tender girlcombed her joyous hair'You are very ugly' said the mirror.
But,on her lips hunga smile of dove-secret loveliness,for only that morning had notthe blind boy said,'You are beautiful'?