"And I cannot touch her face And I cannot touch her hair, And I kneel to empty shadows- Just memories of her grace; And her voice sings in the winds And in the sobs of dawn And among the flowers at night And from the brooks at sunrise And from the sea at sunset, And I answer with vain callings ... " It was the Joy of the Sunset that brought us to speech. I was gone a long way from my house, walking lonely-wise, and stopping often that I view the piling upward of the Battlements of Evening, and to feel the dear and strange gathering of the Dusk come over all the world about me. The last time that I paused, I was truly lost in a solemn joy of the Glory of the Coming Night; and maybe I laughed a little in my throat, standing there alone in the midst of the Dusk upon the World.

Media	Bøker Pocketbok (Bok med mykt omslag og limt rygg)
Utgitt	10. april 2017
ISBN13	9781545066669
Utgivere	Createspace Independent Publishing Platf
Antall sider	424
Mål	152 × 229 × 22 mm · 562 g
Språk	Engelsk

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