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  • Black rolls the phantom chimney-smoke
    Beneath the wintry moon;
    77 lines, 1 comment
  • Out in a world of death far to the northward lying,
    Under the sun and the moon, under the dusk and the day;
    24 lines, 1 comment
  • Soft fall the February snows, and soft
        Falls on my heart the snow of wintry pain;
    85 lines, 1 comment
  • She lay, face downward, on her beaded arm,
        In this her new, sweet dream of human bliss,
    42 lines
  • He wandered into the market
        With pipes and goatish hoof;
    69 lines
  • The woods are haggard and lonely,
    The skies are hooded for
    20 lines, 2 comments
  • For weeks and weeks the autumn world stood still,
        Clothed in the shadow of a smoky haze;
    33 lines, 1 comment
  • Trim the sails the weird stars under—
    Past the iron hail and thunder,
    39 lines
  • SEASON of life's renewal, love's rebirth,
    And all hope's young espousals; in your dream,
    95 lines
  • ENGLAND, England, England,
      Girdled by ocean and skies,
    88 lines
  • OUT forever and forever,
    Where our tresses glint and shiver
    83 lines
  • THEY lingered on the middle heights
      Betwixt the brown earth and the heaven;
    83 lines
  • IT was April, blossoming spring,
    They buried me, when the birds did sing;
    125 lines
  • MASTER of life, the day is done;
      My sun of life is sinking low;
    53 lines
  • Out over my study,
    All ashen and ruddy,
    20 lines, 1 comment
  • In byre and barn the mows are brim with sheaves,
    Where stealeth in with phosphorescent tread
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • Down out of heaven,
    Frost-kissed
    38 lines
  • Along the line of smoky hills
    The crimson forest stands,
    12 lines, 3 comments
  • Sweet, sweet and the soft listening heaven reels
    In one blue ecstasy above thy song
    37 lines, 4 comments
  • Carven in leathern mask or brazen face,
    Were I time's scul
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • Life is too grim with anxious, eating care
    To cherish&nbs
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • I am a slave, both dumb and blind,
    Upon a journey dre
    56 lines
  • Strange wanderer out of the deeps,
      Whence, journeying, come you?
    60 lines
  • There is borne on my sight, down the spaces of night,
    By the engines of evilment sped,
    65 lines
  • The doors are shut, the windows fast;
    Outside the gust is driving past,
    24 lines, 1 comment
  • This is the ballad of Langemarck, 
      A story of glory and might; 
    131 lines, 1 comment
  • When we come to the end of the furrow,
        When our last day's work is done,
    11 lines
  • There dwells a spirit in the budding year--
    As motherhood doth beautify the face--
    15 lines
  • Already Winter in his sombre round,
    Before his time, hath touched these hills austere
    15 lines
  • This summer day is all one palace rare,
    Builded by architects of life unseen,
    15 lines
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