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  • In the Orchard
    'I thought you loved me.' 'No, it was only fun.'
    'When we stood there, closer than all?' 'Well, the harvest moon
    38 lines, 1 comment
  • Forgotten Dead, I Salute You
    Dawn has flashed up the startled skies,
    Night has gone out beneath the hill
    52 lines
  • The Seed-Shop
    Here in a quiet and dusty room they lie,
    Faded as crumbled stone or shifting sand,
    15 lines
  • The Wood And The Shore
    The low bay melts into a ring of silver,
    And slips it on the shore's reluctant finger
    10 lines
  • Man and his Makers
    I am one of the wind's stories,
    I am a fancy of the rain,—
    28 lines
  • A Song for Old Love
          There shall be a song for both of us that day
          Though fools say you have long outlived your
    17 lines
  • Andromeda Unfettered
    ANDROMEDA.
    Chained to the years by the measureless wrong of man,
    441 lines
  • Annunciation
    "The lord appeared in a flame of fire out of the midst of a bush and behold, the bush burned with fire and the bush was not consumed."-
    30 lines
  • Boys Bathing
          Round them a fierce, wide, crazy noon
          Heaves with crushed lips and glowing sides
    74 lines
  • Enough
    Did he forget? . . . I do not remember,
    All I had of him once I still have to-day;
    8 lines
  • For Fasting Days
    Are you my songs, importunate of praise?
    Be still, remember for your comforting
    15 lines
  • In Memory Of Douglas Vernon Cow
    THIS POEM, DEDICATED TO HIS MOTHER.
          To twilight heads comes Death as comes a friend.
    83 lines
  • Lady Hamilton
    Men wondered why I loved you, and none guessed
    How sweet your slow, divine stupidity,
    13 lines
  • Leda
    Do you remember, Leda?
    There are those who love, to whom Love brings
    70 lines
  • Madala Goes By The Orphanage
    Unaware of its terror,
    And but half aware
    97 lines
  • Mrs. Effingham's Swan Song
    I am growing old: I have kept youth too long,
    But I dare not let them know it now.
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  • Obsession
    I will not have roses in my room again,
    Nor listen to sonnets of Michael Angelo
    8 lines
  • Shrift
    I am not true, but you would pardon this
    If you could see the tortured spirit take
    14 lines
  • Sic Transit
    "What did she leave?" . . .
    Only these hungry miser-words, poor heart!
    6 lines
  • The Cloudberry
    Give me no coil of daemon flowers-
    Pale Messalines that faint and brood
    18 lines
  • The Harebell
    You give me no portent of impermanence
    Though before sun goes you are long gone hence,
    13 lines
  • The New Aspasia
    If I have given myself to you, and you,
    And if these pale hands are not virginal,
    62 lines
  • The Tryst
    I raised the veil, I loosed the bands,
    I took the dead thing from its place.
    34 lines
  • To-----
    Between two common days this day was hung
    When Love went to the ending that was his;
    15 lines
  • White Magic
    Is it not a wonderful thing to be able to force an astonished plant to bear rare flowers which are foreign to it. . . and to obtain a ma
    51 lines
  • Words
        Is it not brave to be a king, Techelles,--
        Usumcasane and Theridamas,
    53 lines
  • The Dead Moment
    THE world is changed between us, never more
    Shall the dawn rise and seek another mate
    98 lines
  • Christ at Carnival
    THE hand of carnival was at my door,
    I listened to its knocking, and sped down:
    429 lines
  • To A Gipsy
    ONCE when some sudden thought beseeches,
    Swift as a homing bird
    81 lines
  • At a Life's End
    COME here, rekindle the old fire,
    This last night leave no lamp unlit!
    51 lines
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