The Old Garden (Arthur John Arbuthnott Stringer Poems)
WHERE the dim paths wind and creep Down past dark and ghostly landsLost this many a year in sleep, Still ...
WHERE the dim paths wind and creep Down past dark and ghostly landsLost this many a year in sleep, Still ...
WHEN my life has enough of love, and my spirit enough of mirth,When the ocean no longer beckons me, when ...
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