CHAPTER 100
CHAPTER C
CHAPTER 100Visible text2 paragraphs
We leave the well-beloved place
Where first we gazed upon the sky;
The roofs, that heard our earliest cry,
Will shelter one of stranger race.
Where first we gazed upon the sky;
The roofs, that heard our earliest cry,
Will shelter one of stranger race.
We go, but ere we go from home,
As down the garden-walks I move,
Two spirits of a diverse love
Contend for loving masterdom.
As down the garden-walks I move,
Two spirits of a diverse love
Contend for loving masterdom.
