Epigraph
The desire of the moth for the star,Of the night for the morrow,The devotion for something afarFrom the sphere of our sorrow.—SHELLEY.
ToTHE DEAR MEMORY OFBERNARD VAN DYKE1887–1897AND THE LOVE THAT LIVESBEYOND THE YEARS
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