Whither?
Mordekhai Feierberg
1899
I see his melancholy profile as though through a mist, through the curtain of thick cloud that descended on him in his lifetime and darkened his bright trail with a multitude of vain fictions and will-o’-the-wisps—yes, I see him, poor devil, who thought so much about life and received nothing back in return, not even a decent remembrance when it…
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