THE darkest wood that the north-wind stings Hath its balsamum and its silverlings, Its violet interspace. The bitterest sea that the wan moon knows Hath its hushful archipelagoes, Its coral populace. And the wearlweariestest burden mortal bears Hath, woven in with its somber cares, Some broidery of grace.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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