I wandered lone through eventide,
With the selfsame words in pocket deep,
To paint the night in sable dyed,
Wherein no mirth my soul doth keep.
Fronds: “Eventide”
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I wandered lone through eventide,
With the selfsame words in pocket deep,
To paint the night in sable dyed,
Wherein no mirth my soul doth keep.
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