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...bleak blossom of scentless breath. Only the wind here hovers and revels In a round where life seems barren as death. Here there was laughing of old, there...hundred sleeping Years ago. Heart handfast in heart they stood, " Look thither," Did he whisper ? " Look forth from the flowers to the sea ; For the foam-flowers...

...bleak blossom of scentless breath. Only the wind here hovers and revels In a round where life seems barren as death. Here there was laughing of old, there...For the foam-flowers endure when the rose-blossoms And the same wind sang and the same waves whitened, And or ever the garden's last petals were shed,...

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...bleak blossom of scentless breath, Only the wind here hovers and revels In a round where life seems barren as death. Here there was laughing of old, there...Whose eyes went seaward a hundred sleeping Years ago." The soft sweet voice would have made any verses sound melodiously, and something in its tone suddenly...

...bleak blossom of scentless breath, Only the wind here hovers and revels In a round where life seems barren as death. Here there was laughing of old, there...Whose eyes went seaward a hundred sleeping Years ago." The soft sweet voice would have made any verses sound melodiously, and something in its tone suddenly...

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...bleak blossom of scentless breath. Only the wind here hovers and revels In a round where life seems barren as death. Here there was laughing of old, there...but we ? " And the same wind sang and the same waves whitened, And or ever the garden's last petals were shed, In the lips that had whispered, the eyes...

...bleak blossom of scentless breath. Only the wind here hovers and revels In a round where life seems barren as death. Here there was laughing of old, there...rose-blossoms wither, And men that love lightly may die—but we ?" And the same wind sang and the same waves whitened, And or ever the garden's last petals...