(a trifle)
They carved for me a rocking chair Out of the cloudy-minded air, And all my lamp for reading was The silver-eyelids of the moon, And what I read was penned upon Things men have thought of and not done.
They carved for me a rocking chair Out of the cloudy-minded air, And all my lamp for reading was The silver-eyelids of the moon, And what I read was penned upon Things men have thought of and not done.
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