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Across the Evening Calm I Faintly Hear
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Against My Wall the Summer Weaves
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And Yet Think Not That I Desire to Seal
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As Dreamers Through Their Dreams Surmise
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The Boy is Late Tonight Binding His Sheaves
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Bring Hemlock, Black As Cretan Cheese
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By These Shall You Remember
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Calmer Than Mirrored Waters After Rain
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A Chalice Singing Deep with Wine
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The Change of Many Tides Has Swung the Flow
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Chords, Tremendous Chords
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The Dull-eyed Girl in Bronze Implores Apollo
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Each Mote That Staggers Down the Sun
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Epilogue
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Esther Dancing
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Gods Dine on Prayer and Sacred Song
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Grave Stones in A Front Yard
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The Green Canal is Mottled with Falling Leaves
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He Clung to Me, His Young Face Dark with Woe
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He is A Priest
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The Heavy Bee Burdened the Golden Clover
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Hunters
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I Have Known the Lure of Cities and the Bright Gleam of Golden Things
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I Pass My Days in Ghostly Presences
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I See That Hermes Unawares
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I Stood Like Some Worn Image Carved of Stone
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I Walked the Hollow Pavements of the Town
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I Would Know What Can Not Be Known
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If You Should Come Tonight
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In Gardens When the Sun is Set
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In Tireless March I Move From Sphere to Sphere
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Into the Trembling Air
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Invoking Not the Worship of the Crowd
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La Mare Des Fees
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A Letter
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Like Children on A Sunny Shore
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Love Dwelled with Me with Music on Her Lips
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The Maker Rests
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The Mirrors of All Ages Are the Eyes
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Montmartre
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Now the Sick Earth Revives, and in the Sun
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Now the White Dove Has Found Her Mate
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O it Was Gay! The Wilderness Was Floral
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O Little Shepherd Boy, What Sobs Are Those
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O Lonely Star Moving in Still Abodes
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O Lovely Shepherd Corydon, How Far
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Of Days and Nights Under the Living Vine
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Piero Di Cosimo
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The Pilgrimage
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Prothalamion
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Semiramis, the Whore of Babylon
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A Smile Will Turn Away Green Eyes
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The Snow is Thawing on the Hanging Eaves
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So Ends the Day with Beauty in the West
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There is A Void That Reason Can Not Face
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Thermopylae
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They Who Have Gone Down the Hill Are Far Away
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The Thinkers Light Their Lamps in Rows
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Through Hissing Snow, Through Rain, Through Many Hundred Mays
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Through the Deep Night the Leaves Speak, Tree to Tree
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Tonight it Seems to Be the Same
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The Trees Have Never Seemed So Green
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Two Black Deer Uprise
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Two Kings There Were, One Good, One Bad
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Vigil
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Walking Through the Town Last Night
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We Sat in Silence Till the Twilight Fell
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We Wove A Fillet for Thy Head
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When in the Ultimate Embrace
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When Noon is Blazing on the Town
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When the Door Was Open
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When Voices Sink in Twilight Silences
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Where Two Roads Meet Amid the Wood
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A While You Shared My Path and Solitude
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Winds Blowing Over the White-capped Bay
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The Winter Night is Hard As Glass
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With the Young God Who Out of Death Creates
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A Wreck
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The Yellow Bird is Singing by the Pond
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You Are Very Far To-night
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You Seek to Hurt Me, Foolish Child, and Why?
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