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18242	Carman, Bliss	Behind the Arras: A Book of the Unseen			.txt	text/plain	10838	1161	98	When gold-green shadows walk the world at night, It is the world-ghost, the time-spirit, come Passing the door where an old wind-harp swings, "The beautiful visage of thy clear soul The old red wolf at my door. The long sweet April wind may woo the world from grief, But he skulks like a shadow at my door, And low comes his "Wolf!" at the door. The crouching heart within me quails like a shuddering thing, Comes the dream-curdling "Wolf!" at my door. Till that long-looked-for time, that splendid sudden prime, When Spring shall go in scarlet by my door. The great white morning sun shall walk the earth again, Shall keep the door." Like living in God's hand, Like the sun that day, where sleeps In the world's bleak house, like this Till time shall have release; And the dark heart shall dare Thy hollow face shall peer	./cache/18242.txt	./txt/18242.txt