If You Were Coming In The Fall
If you were coming in the fall
I'd brush the summer by
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For Each Ecstatic Instant
For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay.
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The Rose in the Deeps of his Heart
All things uncomely and broken,
all things worn-out and old,
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I Taste a Liquor
I taste a liquor never brewed
From Tankards scooped in Pearl.
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The Lake
In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
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A Red, Red Rose
O my luve's like a red, red rose.
That's newly sprung in June;
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She Is Not Fair To Outward View
She is not fair to outward view
as many maidens be;
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Hope is a Thing With Feathers
Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
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Who Ever Felt as I
Mother, I cannot mind my wheel;
My fingers ache, my lips are dry.
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Bereft
Where had I heard this wind before
Change like this to a deeper roar?
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