
“As if some little Arctic flower upon the polar hem – went wandering down the Latitudes until it puzzled came, to continents of summer – To firmaments of sun – to strange, bright crowds of flowers – and birds, of foreign tongue!”
“As if some little Arctic flower upon the polar hem – went wandering down the Latitudes until it puzzled came, to continents of summer – To firmaments of sun – to strange, bright crowds of flowers – and birds, of foreign tongue!”