Eulalie
I dwelt alone
In a world of moan
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My Friend
My friend must be a bird
Because he flies.
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A Dream within a Dream
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
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The Grave
The grave my little cottage is,
Where, keeping house for thee,
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Beautiful Dreamer
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
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Gone
Everybody loved Chick Lorimer in our town,
Far off
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Sonnets from the Portuguese, XIV
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
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Under the Harvest Moon
Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
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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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Alms
My heart is what it was before,
A house where people come and go
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