| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XVIII. The Great Mystery From The White Moth | | By Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch (18631944) |
| | | IF a leaf rustled, she would start: | |
| And yet she died a year ago. | |
| How had so frail a thing the heart | |
| To journey when she trembled so? | |
| And do they turn and turn in fright, | 5 |
| Those little feet, in so much night? | | | | |
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