Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Midnight, January 25, 1886

Midnight, January 25, 1886

Midnight, January 25, 1886

To-morrow is a year since Gordon died!A year ago to-night, the Desert stillCrouched on the spring, and panted for its fillOf lust and blood. Their old...

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Andrew Lang

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