With A Copy Of ‘A House Of Pomegranates’
Oscar Wilde
Go, little book, To him who, on a lute with horns of pearl, Sang of the white feet of the Golden Girl: And bid him look Into thy pages: it may hap that he May find that golden maidens dance through thee.
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