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Come, little comrade, let us fare across the hills beyond the city. And loiter in the open where no voice may call to us for pity; We ll wade in brooks and wander by the slanting fields and forest edges. And listen to the winds that sigh and sing through aromatic sedges. We ll linger in the hawtree sshade, and carve the letters of our names On mossy fences that were made by hands which toil no longer claims; The golden willows branch shall be a whistle you may blithely blow And every pool shall be a sea where stately vessels come and go. Ill lead you where the valleys lie deep in the morning sgleaming dew; The crabtrees fragrant blossoms I will pluck from thorny boughs for you.
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Hardcover. P.F. Volland & Co., 1912, hardback, copyright 1912, NAP, Very Good (some general wear & age discoloration to the covers, dime-size stain spot on second fly)/no dust jacket, 142 pages, POETRY [dp50 05/04]; F1360 K Poe. N° de réf. du vendeur 16729
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