Behind the Arras
"In the far-off untarnished yearsBefore thy furrows were washed with tears,"Or ever thy serious creature eyesWere aged with a mist of memories."Hast thou forgotten the long agoIn the garden where I used to flow,"Among the hills, with the maple treeAnd the roses blowing over me?--... --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
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