...carbasa, dimidium vitae abscondentis in aequor ; tarn veteri manet albus honor, tarn lugubris aevo. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square...

...coloured crimson at the idea of reading before a stranger, old and blind though he were. She went on : " Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns, The earliest...eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more." " So sad ! " murmured the old gentleman involuntarily,...

...over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-a waken' d birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;...

...over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. "Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square...

...gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange, as in dark summer dawns, The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square...

...over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. " Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square...

...over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square...

...over one That sinks with all we love below the verge, — So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest...eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as...

...over one That sinks with all we love below the verge : So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest...eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square ; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more — Dear as remember'd kisses after death. Observe...

...over one That sinks with all we lore below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square...