Poems
The breath of summer stirs the trees, A thousand roses round me bloom, Whose saffron petals give the breeze A wealth of exquisite perfume, As, climbing high, with tendrils bold, They clothe the walls with cups of gold. --This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition.
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