It is so long gone by, and yet How clearly now I see it all! The glimmer of your cigarette, The little chamber, narrow and tall. Perseus; your picture in its frame; (How near they seem and yet how far!) The blaze of kindled logs; the flame Of tulips in a mighty jar. Florence and spring-time: surely each Glad things unto the spirit saith. Why did you lead me in your speech To these dark mysteries of death?SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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