It was a very gloomy place at the end of the huge park. […] How sinister it must have looked on that chill autumn evening! […] Huge ancient pines stood out […]
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The moon, white, shines in the trees: From each bright branch a voice flees Beneath leaves that move, O well-beloved. The pools reflect a mirror’s depth, The silhouette of willows’ wet […]
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