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  • "Tis strange indeed to hear us plead
      For selling and for buying
    23 lines
  • O eloquent and caustic sage!
    Thy long and rugged pilgrimage
    33 lines
  • The moon hangs limp in a lusty sky
    And trysts with the evening star,
    8 lines
  • Neber min' what's in your cran'um
        So your collar's high an' true.
    33 lines
  • Out of the silence
    I come to you,
    12 lines
  • Day passeth day in sunshine or shadow,
    Night unto night each cycle is told;
    20 lines
  • The little child crosses the street--
    Why does she wave to me?
    12 lines
  • Sister, when at the grassy mound I stand
    Which holds in cold embrace thy mortal frame,
    11 lines
  • O why are there eyes like these,
    That sparkle and dapple and tease,
    15 lines
  • Were you to come,
    With your clear, gray eyes
    24 lines
  • Old memories come trooping down
    The vistas of the years;
    16 lines
  • O, Little David, play on your harp,
    That ivory harp with the golden strings
    42 lines
  • I sometimes wonder if the mighty God
    Cares aught about the little deeds of men;
    14 lines
  • The slender moon in its silvery sheen,
    The golden stars with the blue between
    8 lines
  • Love is the soothing voice of gods
    To which men ever list.
    4 lines
  • Blue eyes, gray eyes,
    All the eyes that be,
    8 lines
  • From your life's blood to coin a trenchant word--
    The past, the present and the future's ken
    4 lines
  • There is naught in the pathless reach
    Of the pale, blue sky above,
    12 lines
  • I would not tarry if I could be gone
    Adown the path where calls my eager mind.
    14 lines
  • Never again the sight of her?
    Never her winsome smile
    16 lines
  • I have found joy,
    Surcease from sorrow,
    16 lines
  • They shall go down unto Life's Borderland,
    Walk unafraid within that Living Hell,
    14 lines
  • Forget?
    Ah, never!
    18 lines
  • Old November, sere and brown,
    Clothes the country, haunts the town,
    23 lines
  • Sunless days and starless nights
    Bearing fruits of wrack and pain,
    8 lines, 1 comment
  • Never shall I die
    While this untrammeled spirit-mine
    4 lines
  • Old Moloch walks the way tonight
    On Flander's poppied field,
    16 lines
  • Now with the dust that bore him he is one,
    Silent, into into earth's silent maw ye laid him.
    14 lines
  • On such a day as this I think,
    On such a day as this,
    8 lines
  • I plucked a rose from out a bower fair,
    That overhung my garden seat;
    16 lines
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