And though the tremble of a sigh
May tremble through the story,
For “happy summer days” gone by,
And vanish’d summer glory—
It shall not touch, with breath of bale,
The pleasance of our fairy-tale.
--Through the Looking Glass Lewis Carroll
May tremble through the story,
For “happy summer days” gone by,
And vanish’d summer glory—
It shall not touch, with breath of bale,
The pleasance of our fairy-tale.
--Through the Looking Glass Lewis Carroll
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