Lyrics (Classic Reprint)

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Excerpt from LyricsYet, behold I We tireless seekers after fairy gold, Grown weary for a little, pray to thee, Summer, thou gossamer divinity, That thou, one gracious gift for which we long, Wilt grant to us, poor suppliants of song Grant us one day of roses - all the scent Of roses - fragrant as Love's sacrament Something equal to our dream of love, Who have not loved, save only in dreams.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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