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  • Street Lamps
    Gold, with an innermost speck
    Of silver, singing afloat
    Beneath the night,
    Like balls of thistle-down ...
  • A Youth Mowing
    There are four men mowing down by the Isar;
    I can hear the swish of the scythe-strokes, four
    Sharp breaths taken: yea, and I
    Am sorry for what's in store. ...
  • Piano
    Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
    Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
    A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
    And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings. ...
  • Malade
    The sick grapes on the chair by the bed lie prone; at the window
    The tassel of the blind swings gently, tapping the pane,
    As a little wind comes in.
    The room is the hollow rind of a fruit, a gourd ...
  • Bitterness Of Death
    I

    Ah, stern, cold man,
    How can you lie so relentless hard ...
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