“If I could set the moon upon
This table,” said my friend,
“Among the standard poets
And brouchures without end,
And noble prints of old Japan,
How empty they would seem,
By that encyclopaedia
Of whim and glittering dream.”
“If I could set the moon upon
This table,” said my friend,
“Among the standard poets
And brouchures without end,
And noble prints of old Japan,
How empty they would seem,
By that encyclopaedia
Of whim and glittering dream.”
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