Excerpt from The Morningside, Vol. 4: October 5, 1899 Love came over the hills one day With step as free as a woodland fawn, And the flowers opened along his way, But the blind world called it dawn. Love sat down by a wayside spring, Wearied and spent, too soon, too soon, And the birds in the trees had forgot to sing But the blind world called it noon. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.