Conrad Aiken Quotes

What was this dream we had, a dream of music,Music that rose from the opening earth like magicAnd shook its beauty upon us and died away?The long cold streets extend once more before us.The red sun drops, the walls grow grey.
Conrad Aiken
Conrad Aiken

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