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The Shadows on the Glass When far into the night I sit and work , Within a darkened room where shadows lurk , Still and black before me ... But if a shadow now should wake and stir This 7 The Shadows on the Glass The Shadows on the Glass.
The Shadows on the Glass When far into the night I sit and work , Within a darkened room where shadows lurk , Still and black before me ... But if a shadow now should wake and stir This 7 The Shadows on the Glass The Shadows on the Glass.
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Of garden stems and stems of shadow , And cross the lawn : Your supple flanks serpentine , your tread Stealthy and secret , of who knows What generations of jungle cats ? And so you reach the undergrowth of the sycamore ; Nor pause to ...
Of garden stems and stems of shadow , And cross the lawn : Your supple flanks serpentine , your tread Stealthy and secret , of who knows What generations of jungle cats ? And so you reach the undergrowth of the sycamore ; Nor pause to ...
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Waylaid What face is that peering from the shadow , Though I turn not , of the darkened window : Who is it watches me with such loving care , So closely , when I turn he is not there ? Wherever in this waking room I am Reminds me that ...
Waylaid What face is that peering from the shadow , Though I turn not , of the darkened window : Who is it watches me with such loving care , So closely , when I turn he is not there ? Wherever in this waking room I am Reminds me that ...
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