Quote #20

Dobbin at manger pulls his hay: Gone is another summer's day.

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  1. Old Rover in his moss-greened house Mumbles a bone, and barks at a mouse.
  2. All but blind In his chambered hole Gropes for worms The four-clawed Mole.
  3. Oh, no man knows Through what wild centuries Roves back the rose.
  4. So, blind to Someone I must be.
  5. We wake and whisper awhile, But, the day gone by, Silence and sleep like fields Of amaranth lie.
  6. What lovely things Thy hand hath made.
  7. His are the quiet steeps of dreamland, The waters of no-more-pain; His ram's bell rings 'neath an arch of stars, 'Rest, rest, and rest agai…
  8. 'Bunches of grapes,' says Timothy; 'Pomegranates pink,' says Elaine; 'A junket of cream and a cranberry tart For me,' says Jane.

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