- The Prinkin' Leddie
The Hielan' lassies are a' for spinnin',
The Lowlan' lassies for prinkin' and pinnin';
My daddie w'u'd chide me, an' so w'u'd my minnie
If I s'u'd bring hame sic a prinkin' leddie.
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- Death And The Maiden
BARCAROLE ON THE STYX
Fair youth with the rose at your lips,
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- Silver Filigree
The icicles wreathing
On trees in festoon
Swing, swayed to our breathing:
They're made of the moon.
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- Blood Feud
Once, when my husband was a child, there came
To his father's table, one who called him kin,
In sunbleached corduroys paler than his skin.
His look was grave and kind; he bore the name
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- Village Mystery
The woman in the pointed hood
And cloak blue-gray like a pigeon's wing,
Whose orchard climbs to the balsam-wood,
Has done a cruel thing.
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