She is so young and yet so very old. Long since they set her in this carven shrine Above the pine-fringed road to Cemberline; And many maids to her have secrets told, And many wistful lovers...
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Winter JVealth Aladdin rubbed his wishing-ring (The queerest little shabby thing— Alas! I might have taken it for tin, Or brass— But never mind) the door flew in And there they were, the...
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