488 THE COMMONWEAL February 27 , I929. POEMS e aint Francis Francis spoke to the birds By the blue Italian sea, Feeding them full with his words-"Oh little brothers," said he, "I bring you...
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The Watchman A watchman of dawn went walking by, Walking beautifully through the glow; Swinging his lantern along the sky, Swinging it high and low. I heard his voice in my faraway...
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467 POEMS Quietness I would kiss the hand of Quietness, Like some white flower; fingertips as cool As carved white jade upon my burning wrist; Peaceful as lilies in an opal pool Of beauty...
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February 9, z9z7 THE COMMONWEAL 383 POEMS Calle de Lamparillas (Havana. Guba) It is a little street, and very humbly It winds through the quarter on the harbor-front; All day...
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February 2, I927 T H E C O M M O N W E A L 357 I POEMS To a Reader of Old Books Oh, seek Him not in dusty scrolls And mouldered histories. No charact'ry of theirs extols These Mysteries,...
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January 26, I927 THE COMMONWEAL 325 POEMS ~ursum Gorda Perhaps they do grow old and die-- Swallow, and bee, and butterfly. Yet when next summer comes, lo there The same wild acrobats of...
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