... POETRY. WHEN BLILCKBEERLISS SCENT THE LIE. We gatheredthe blackberries long ago, My sweet little Katie and I, In the woods all bathed in the autumn glow, 'Meath the blue of a cloudless sky That ever seemed fair; but now I know, As the shadows allNully ...

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