| 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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| I Have Known The Lure Of Cities And The Bright Gleam |
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| I Pass My Days In Ghostly Presences |
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| Sonnets: II. Invoking Not The Worship Of The Crowd |
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| Against My Wall The Summer Weaves |
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| We Wove A Fillet For Thy Head |
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