limp'd

Updated: May 13, 2025

"'The owl, for all his feathers was a-cold," murmured Lydia. "Where'd you get that and what's the rest of it?" asked Levine. "Selected Gems," replied Lydia. "It's a book at school. "'St. Agnes Eve Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl for all his feathers was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass And silent was the flock in woolly fold. I forget the rest."

Honoré Morrow - Lydia of the Pines