Trumpets die in the loud parade, The gray mist drinks the spears; Banners of glory sink and fade In the dust of a thousand years. Singers of pride the silence stills, The ghost of empire goes, But a song still lives in the ancient hills, And the scent of a vanished rose. Ride with us on a dim, lost road To the dawn of a distant day, When swords were bare for a guerdon rare. —The Flower of Black Cathay.
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Lingua Inglese ● Formato EPUB ● ISBN 9781531294953 ● Dimensione 0.5 MB ● Casa editrice Endymion Press ● Pubblicato 2018 ● Scaricabile 24 mesi ● Moneta EUR ● ID 6175449 ● Protezione dalla copia senza