With April Arbutus, To A Friend (Arthur Sherburne Hardy Poems)
Fairer than we the woods of May, Yet sweeter blossoms do not grow Than these we send you from our ...
Fairer than we the woods of May, Yet sweeter blossoms do not grow Than these we send you from our ...
Oft have I stood within the carven door Of some cathedral at the close of the day, ...
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