Behind the Arras: A Book of the Unseen

Is it the hollow voice of the census-taker Time In his old idle round from door to door? Or only the north wind, when all the leaves are thinned, Come at last with his moan to m...

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And they will home to his hand at last, For he pulls them by a cord Finer than silk and strong as fate, That is just the bid of his word.