English poem
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by Walter Crane (1863–1929)
That well nigh dim my gazing eyes with tears, Whereas they follow those familiar lines; Dear as the features shaped by hopes and fears On friendship’s face, oft read and sought for signs.
English poem
by Walter Crane (1863–1929)
That well nigh dim my gazing eyes with tears, Whereas they follow those familiar lines; Dear as the features shaped by hopes and fears On friendship’s face, oft read and sought for signs.