George MacDonald (Джордж Макдональд)
Winter Song
They were parted then at last? Was it duty, or force, or fate? Or did a worldly blast Blow-to the meeting-gate? An old, short story is this! A glance, a trembling, a sigh, A gaze in the eyes, a kiss- Why will it not go by!
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