The book and I secret ourselvesBehind the paneled door.We merge our thoughts in retrospectOf ancient mystic lore.We spend a pleasant quiet hour,Nor know it passed us by…The easy chair, the shaded lamp,A well-loved book and I.
Related Authors: Edna Moore Schultz
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