Cjfrom the SibyV s Book The scudding cloud has heard in the night From the fretted forest white with frost, A glittering Word, a singing Word, And youth has won and age has lost. We shall grow...
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(guitars of Alcdcer Guitars, guitars of Alcacer-Quibir— Your song of sorrow is sweet to hear. You sing of lovers' hearts enchained, Of chestnut eyes, of kisses gained. Guitars, guitars of...
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(^ix Cranes at Dusk^ I came to the lake and six cranes were there And twilight was there and a thin mist fell, The cranes were like blooms that subsist on air, Amazingly white and...
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