Paudeen

Indignant at the fumbling wits, the obscure spite
Of our old Paudeen in his shop, I stumbled blind
Among the stones and thorn-trees, under morning light;
Until a curlew cried and in the luminous wind
A curlew answered; and suddenly thereupon I thought
That on the lonely height where all are in God’s eye,
There cannot be, confusion of our sound forgot,
A single soul that lacks a sweet crystalline cry.

Wooden Toys and Doll Houses
Brio train sets, Plan City toys. Castles, Garages, Farms & Buildings

Creative and Educational Toys
Science and Discovery Kits for 5 to 12 year olds. Build robots and engines.

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