o sold tillage, and house, and goods, And sought through lands and islands numberless years, Until he found, with laughter and with tears, A woman, of so shining loveliness, That men threshed corn at midnight by a tress, A little stolen tress.I, too, await The hour of thy great wind of love and… … THE OLD WOMEN ^ul$ m zlMi HEY pass upon their old, tremulous feet,Creeping with little satchels down the street,And they remember, many years ago,Passing that way in silks. They wander, slowAnd solitary, through the city ways,And they alone remember those old daysMen have forgotten. In their…
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