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 | The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton |  |
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THE LOST ROOM.
When I came out of the fair House of YouthI heedlessly behind me closed the door—
Now every hour is bitter with the truth
That I can find that portal never more.
| The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton | |