Daily Archives: March 11, 2007

The Sphinx

His long hair was nine cubits’ span and coloured like that yellow gem Which hidden in their garment’s hem the merchants bring from Kurdistan. His face was as the must that lies upon a vat of new-made wine: The seas … Continue reading

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The Australian Bell-Bird

I took the left, and for some cause unknown Full fraught of hope and joy the way pursued, Yet chose strong reasons speeding up alone To fortify me ‘gainst a shock more rude. E’en so the diver carrieth down a … Continue reading

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The Wings of the Dove

The thought was all his own, and his intimate companion was the last person he might have shared it with. He kept it back like a favourite pang; left it behind him, so to say, when he went out, but … Continue reading

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