As the Owl Lonely Hoots
Through the grey wind
of the waning Moon
Her rustling shade arises
of the waning Moon
Her rustling shade arises
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Writings—«waifs of many a wreck»—motley and fragmentary writings—sketchy and faulty—failed, perhaps—unconfined—along the borders, upon the thresholds and into the chinks of literature, «as foam that the sea-winds fret»
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Publié par Alessandro Zabini