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