The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion for something afar From the sphere of our sorrow. --SHELLEY. To THE DEAR MEMORY OF BERNARD VAN DYKE 1887-1897 AND THE LOVE THAT LIVES BEYOND THE YEARS…
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