Chapter Headings. «Oh Love, the Flowers so Red...» Oh Love, the flowers so red Are only tongues of flame, The earth is full of the dead, The new-killed, restless dead. There is danger beneath and o’erhead. And I guard thy gates in fear Of words thou canst not hear, Of peril and jeopardy, Of signs thou canst not see — And thou sayest ’tis ill that I came? THE NAULAHKA. |
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