Living
The Sleep of Sigismund: XLIV
From Poems by Jean Ingelow, In Two Volumes, Volume II.
Living
Sigismund hath ricked the hay,
He sitteth at close o' a sultry day
Under his mulberry boughs at ease.
'Hey for the world, and the world is wide,
The world is mine, and the world is--these
Beautiful Malva leans at his side,
And the small babbler talks at his knees.
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Ingelow, Jean. “The Sleep of Sigismund: XLIV.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/ingelow/85/.
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Ingelow, Jean. “The Sleep of Sigismund: XLIV.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/ingelow/85/.
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