PREFACE
Wayfarer Wanderer doth thee tiptoe onst lighted jewels doth thee taste of moonlight–perfumes see sights that doth kiss thy ears with sweet tone along the road thee doth wander Wayfarer not to stop onst thy journey thru Hind andst Chin Sina Nubia Isfahan where be thy whim doth blow hurrying along no time to prolong passing fromst place to place a tiptoe onst coloured glass inst lifes race with naught inst front andst naught behind what doth seek inst the webs of the world to finde
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