TO THE MEMORY OF MY FATHER HIMSELF A POET WHO FIRST INSTRUCTED ME IN THE ART OF VERSE. In the silent depth of space, Immeasurably old, immeasurably far, Glittering with a silver flame Through eternity, Rolls a great and burning star, With a noble name, Alcyone!…
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