Here's to the day
That wondrous May,
A-roaming through the heather,
When her little shoes
And my big boots
Were out on the hills together.

And here's to the night
Of our delight,
That held the stars in tether,
When her little shoes
And my big boots
Were under the bed together. (Bliss Carman)

Here's to the day That wondrous May, A-roaming through the heather, When her little shoes And my big boots Were out on the hills together. And here's to the night Of our delight, That held the stars in tether, When her little shoes And my big boots Were under the bed together.

Bliss Carman

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