The Run-A-Way Poem by John Bannister Tabb

The Run-A-Way



Where are you going, little Rill?
'Alas, I cannot say!
I leaped the fountain on the hill,
And ventured forth to play;
And now it seems, against my will,
I am a run-a-way.'

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