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September On Cape Ann	A
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The partridge berry flecks with flame the way	B
That leads to ferny hollows where the bee	C
Drones on the aster Far away the sea	C
Points its deep sapphire with a gleam of grey	B
Here from this height where clustered sweet the bay	B
Clumps a green couch the haw and barberry	B
Beading her hair sad Summer seemingly	C
Has fallen asleep unmindful of the day	B
The chipmunk barks upon the old stone wall	D
And in the shadows like a shadow stirs	E
The woodchuck where the boneset's blossom creams	F
Was that a phoebe with its pensive call	D
A sighing wind that shook the drowsy firs	E
Or only Summer waking from her dreams	F
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II	G
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In An Annisquam Garden	H
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Old phantoms haunt it of the long ago	I
Old ghosts of old time lovers and of dreams	F
Within the quiet sunlight there meseems	F
I see them walking where those lilies blow	I
The hardy phlox sways to some garment's flow	I
The salvia there with sudden scarlet streams	F
Caught from some ribbon of some throat that gleams	F
Petunia fair in flounce and furbelow	I
I seem to hear their whispers in each wind	J
That wanders mid the flowers There they stand	K
Among the shadows of that apple tree	C
They are not dead whom still it keeps in mind	J
This garden planted by some lovely hand	K
That keeps it fragrant with its memory	C
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III	G
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The Elements	F
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I saw the spirit of the pines that spoke	L
With spirits of the ocean and the storm	M
Against the tumult rose its tattered form	M
Wild rain and darkness round it like a cloak	L
Fearful it stood limbed like some twisted oak	L
Gesticulating with one giant arm	N
Raised as in protest of the night's alarm	N
Defiant still of some impending stroke	L
Below it awful in its majesty	C
The spirit of the deep with rushing locks	F
Raved and above it lightning clad and shod	O
Thundered the tempest Thus they stood the three	C
Terror around them while upon the rocks	F
Destruction danced mocking at man and God	O
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IV	P
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Night And Storm At Gloucester	B
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I heard the wind last night that cried and wept	Q
Like some old skipper's ghost outside my door	B
And on the roof the rain that tramped and tore	B
Like feet of seamen on a deck storm swept	Q
Against the pane the Night with shudderings crept	Q
And crouched there wailing moaning ever more	B
Its tale of terror of the wrath on shore	B
The rage at sea bidding all wake who slept	Q
And then I heard a voice as old as Time	R
The calling of the mother of the world	S
Ocean who thundered on her granite crags	F
Foaming with fury meditating crime	R
And then far off wild minute guns and hurled	S
Through roaring surf the rush of sails in rags	F
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V	P
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The Voice Of Ocean	H
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A cry went through the darkness and the moon	T
Hurrying through storm gazed with a ghastly face	F
Then cloaked herself in scud the merman race	F
Of surges ceased and then th' olian croon	T
Of the wild siren Wind within the shrouds	F
Sunk to a sigh The ocean in that place	F
Seemed listening haunted for a moment's space	F
By something dread that cried against the clouds	F
Mystery and night and with them fog and rain	U
And then that cry again as if the deep	V
Uttered its loneliness in one dark word	W
Her horror of herself her Titan pain	U
Her monsters and the dead that she must keep	V
Has kept alone for centuries unheard	W
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VI	P
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Waves	F
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I saw the daughters of the ocean dance	F
With wind and tide and heard them on the rocks	F
White hands they waved me tossing sunlit locks	F
Green as the light an emerald holds in trance	F
Their music bound me as with necromance	F
Of mermaid beauty that for ever mocks	F
And lured me as destruction lures wild flocks	F
Of light led gulls and storm tossed cormorants	F
Nearer my feet they crept I felt their lips	F
Their hands of foam that caught at me to press	F
As once they pressed Leander and straightway	B
I saw the monster ending of their hips	F
The cruelty hid in their soft caress	F
The siren passion ever more to slay	I
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VII	P
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A Bit Of Coast	X
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One tree storm twisted like an evil hag	Y
The sea wind in its hair beside a path	Z
Waves frantic arms as if in wild witch wrath	Z
At all the world Gigantic grey as slag	Y
Great boulders shoulder through the hills or crag	Y
The coast with danger monster like that lifts	F
Huge granite round which wheel the gulls and swifts	F
And at whose base the rotting sea weeds drag	Y
Inward the hills are wooded valley cleft	A2
Tangled with berries vistaed dark with pines	F
At whose far end as 'twere within a frame	B2
Some trail of water that the ocean left	A2
Gleams like a painting where one white sail shines	F
Lit with the sunset's poppy coloured flame	B2
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VIII	P
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Autumn At Annisquam	B2
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The bitter sweet and red haw in her hands	F
And in her hair pale berries of the bay	I
She haunts the coves and every Cape Ann way	I
The Indian Autumn wandered from her bands	F
Beside the sea upon a rock she stands	F
And looks across the foam and straight the grey	I
Takes on a sunset tone and all the day	I
Murmurs with music of forgotten lands	F
Now in the woods knee deep among the ferns	F
She walks and smiles and listens to the pines	F
The sweetheart pines that kiss and kiss again	C2
Whispering their love and now she frowns and turns	F
And in the west the fog in ragged lines	F
Rears the wild wigwams of the tribes of rain	U
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IX	F
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Storm Sabbat	I
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Against the pane the darkness wet and cold	I
Pressed a wild face and raised a ragged arm	B2
Of cloud clothed on with thunder and alarm	B2
And terrible with elemental gold	I
Above the fisher's hut beyond the wold	I
The wind a Salem witch rushed shrieking harm	B2
And swept her mad broom over every farm	B2
To devil revels in some forest old	I
Hell and its hags it seemed held court again	C2
On every rock trailing a tattered gown	D2
Of surf and whirling screaming to the sea	F
Elf locks fantastic of dishevelled rain	U
While in their midst death hobbled up and down	D2
Monstrous and black with diabolic glee	F
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X	F
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The Aurora	B
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Night and the sea and heaven overhead	I
Cloudless and vast as 'twere of hollowed spar	B
Wherein the facets gleamed of many a star	B
And the half moon a crystal radiance shed	I
Then suddenly with burning banners spread	I
In pale celestial armour as for war	B
Into the heaven flaming from afar	B
The Northern Lights their phalanxed splendours led	I
Night for the moment seemed to catch her breath	E2
And earth gazed silent with astonishment	I
As spear on spear the auroral armies came	B2
As when triumphant over hell and death	E2
The victor angels thronged God's firmament	I
With sword on sword and burning oriflamme	B2
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XI	F
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Dogtown	D2
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Far as the eye can see the land is grey	I
And desolation sits among the stones	F
Looking on ruin who from rocks like bones	F
Stares with a dead face at the dying day	I
Mounds where the barberry and bay hold sway	I
Show where homes rose once where the village crones	F
Gossiped and man with many sighs and groans	F
Laboured and loved and went its daily way	I
Only the crow now like a hag returned	I
Croaks on the common that its hoarse voice mocks	F
Meseems that here the sorrow of the earth	F2
Has lost herself and with the past concerned	I
Sits with the ghosts of dreams that haunt these rocks	F
And old despairs to which man's soul gave birth	F2
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XII	F
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An Abandoned Quarry	F
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The barberry burns the rose hip crimsons warm	B2
And haw and sumach hedge the hill with fire	B
Down which the road winds worn of hoof and tire	B
Only the blueberry picker plods now from the farm	B2
Here once the quarry driver brown of arm	B2
Wielded the whip when deep in mud and mire	B
The axle strained and earned his daily hire	B
Labouring bareheaded in both sun and storm	B2
Wild cherry now and blackberry and bay	I
Usurp the place the wild rose undisturbed	I
Riots where once the workman earned his wage	G2
Whose old hands rest now like this granite grey	I
These rocks whose stubborn will whilom he curbed	I
Hard as the toil that was his heritage	H2
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XIII	F
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A Pool Among The Rocks	F
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I know a pool whose crystalline repose	F
Sleeps under walls of granite whence the pine	D2
Leans looking at its image line for line	D2
Repeated with the sumach and wild rose	F
That redden on the rocks where at day's close	F
The sunset dreams and lights incarnadine	D2
Dark waters and the place seems brimmed with wine	D2
A giant cup that splendour overflows	F
Night in her livery of stars and moon	D2
Stoops to its mirror gazing steadily	F
And saddened by her beauty drops one tear	B
A falling star while round it sighs the rune	D2
Of winds conspirators that sweep from sea	F
Whispering of things that fill the heart with fear	B
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XIV	P
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High On A Hill	I
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There is a place among the Cape Ann hills	F
That looks from fir dark summits on the sea	F
Whose surging sapphire changes constantly	F
Beneath deep heavens Morning windowsills	F
With golden calm or sunset citadels	F
With storm whose towers the winds' confederacy	F
And bandit thunder hold in rebel fee	F
Swooping upon the ilsher's sail that swells	F
A place where Sorrow ceases to complain	D2
And life's old Cares put all their burdens by	P
And Weariness forgets itself in rest	I
Would that all life were like it might obtain	D2
Its pure repose its outlook strong and high	P
That sees beyond far Islands of the Blest	I