POETRY. THE SONG NIGHT. come to thee, Earth ! With all my gifts for every flower sweet dew. In bell,
... and urn, and chalice, to renew The glory of its birth. Not one which glimmering lies Far amidst fol ...
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... and urn, and chalice, to renew The glory of its birth. Not one which glimmering lies Far amidst fol ...