SHIPMATE, leave the ghostly shadows,
Where thy boon companions throng!
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Halleluja! What sound is this across the dark
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I
Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea?
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ONCE I walked the world enchanted Through the scented woods of spring,
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The swarthy bee is a buccaneer,
A burly velveted rover,
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When the dawn winds whisper
To the standing corn,
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IT is the mellow season
When gold enchantment lies
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HERE by the gray north sea,
In the wintry heart of the wild,
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A. M. M. BEHOLD her sitting in the sun
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HERE in lovely New England When summer is come, a sea-turn
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The lover of child Marjory
Had one white hour of life brim full;
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A Threnody for Robert Louis Stevenson
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Wind of the dead men's feet, Blow down the empty street
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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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OVER the rim of a lacquered bowl, Where a cold blue water-color stands
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To H. E. C.
THERE are sunflowers too in my garden on top of the hill,
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ONCE more in misted April The world is growing green.
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My tent stands in a garden
Of aster and golden-rod,
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AH, Pierrot,
Where is thy Columbine?
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NOW the stars have faded In the purple chill,
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First all the host of Raphael In liveries of gold,
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NOW the fire is lighted On the chimney stone,
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To T. B. M.
IN the crowd that thronged the pierhead, come to see their friends take ship
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NOW soon, ah, very soon, I know The trumpets of the north will blow,
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I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell
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When April winds arrive And the soft rains are here,
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MY tent stands in a garden
Of aster and goldenrod,
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In Memory of John Keats By the Aurelian Wall,
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ABOVE the weary waiting world, Asleep in chill despair,
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Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune
I saw the white daisies go down to the sea,
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