Excerpt from Mandragora PoemsAnd when the sun most rich and dim Sinks down behind dark towers, And there comes a wind from the world's And from somewhere a scent of owers I stand again on the bridge of that city And hear that ute-player; And my Love looks down on me in pity, And I look back at her.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis 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.