| The Pilgrimage |
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| The Winter Night Is Hard As Glass |
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| As Dreamers Through Their Dreams Surmise |
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| The Yellow Bird Is Singing By The Pond |
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| Sonnets: XVIII. He Clung To Me, His Young Face Dark With Woe |
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| Winds Blowing Over The White-Capped Bay |
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| Chords, Tremendous Chords |
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| The Thinkers Light Their Lamps In Rows |
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| Sonnets: I. Love Dwelled With Me With Music On Her Lips |
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| Like Children On A Sunny Shore |
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