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  • Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune
    I saw the white daisies go down to the sea,
    9 lines
  • There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood—
    Touch of manner, hint of mood;
    12 lines, 2 comments
  • When the dawn winds whisper
    To the standing corn,
    32 lines, 1 comment
  • When the dawn winds whisper
    To the standing corn,
    43 lines
  • TO the assembled folk
    At great St. Kavin’s spoke
    153 lines
  • I
    Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea?
    134 lines, 1 comment
  • I
    LORD of the grass and hill,
    81 lines
  • In a still room at hush of dawn,
    My Love and I lay&nbs
    36 lines
  • Time out of mind I have stood
    Fronting the frost and the sun,
    24 lines
  • I
    I heard the spring wind whisper
    69 lines, 1 comment
  • I
    The rutted roads are all like iron; skies
    59 lines
  • We are the vagabonds of time,
    And rove the yellow autumn days,
    76 lines
  • There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town;
    You 
    64 lines
  • Over the hills of April
    With soft winds hand in hand,
    48 lines
  • The swarthy bee is a buccaneer,
    A burly velveted rover,
    76 lines
  • I love the stony pasture
    That no one else will have.
    40 lines
  • My tent stands in a garden
    Of aster and golden-rod,
    96 lines
  • We are as mendicants who wait
    Along the roadside in the sun.
    48 lines
  • Make me over, Mother April,
    When the sap beings to stir!
    114 lines
  • MY tent stands in a garden
    Of aster and goldenrod,
    105 lines
  • I thank thee, Earth, for water good,
    The sea's great bath of buoyant green
    9 lines
  • What need have you of praising? Could I find
    Some lonely poet no one praises yet,
    15 lines
  • IT is the mellow season
    When gold enchantment lies
    57 lines
  • This was a leader of the sons of light,
    Of winsome cheer and strenuous command.
    14 lines
  • 'DUSTMAN, dustman!'
    Through the deserted square he cries,
    53 lines
  • (Sappho LXXIV)
       If death be good,
    9 lines
  • (Sappho XXIII)
       I loved thee, Atthis, in the long ago,
    19 lines
  • A Threnody for Robert Louis Stevenson
    191 lines
  • A. M. M.
    BEHOLD her sitting in the sun
    57 lines
  • ABOVE the weary waiting world,
    Asleep in chill despair,
    18 lines
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