With a Book of Fairy Tales
O! the white rose of friendship 'twixt us twain
Spreading out scentful; O! the frail, fresh leaves
Of fervid youth, that fights and fears and grieves
And laughs and loves and hopes through all its pain!
Spreading out scentful; O! the frail, fresh leaves
Of fervid youth, that fights and fears and grieves
And laughs and loves and hopes through all its pain!
O! friend I am but poor for all my praise
And love of you, 'tis but a book I bring,
About that Land, where our dreams, wing to wing,
Drift seeking shelter from earth's sordid days.
And love of you, 'tis but a book I bring,
About that Land, where our dreams, wing to wing,
Drift seeking shelter from earth's sordid days.
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