Conrad Aiken Quotes

And there was one, beneath black eaves, who thought,Combing with lifted arms her golden hair,Of the lover who hurried towards her through the night;And there was one who dreamed of a sudden deathAs she blew out her light.
Conrad Aiken
Conrad Aiken

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