The life we give to beauty Returns to us again.
The life we give to beauty Returns to us again.
Dark alley, near midnight, silent door, loud knock, moment of silence, footsteps groping down stairs, rattle of key in lock, door opened -- and there lamp held high above his head, stands your dark Celtic velvet inspired mystic eloquent refined W.B.Y. him
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir, We must rise and follow her When from every hill of flame, She calls and calls each vagabond by name
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