The room remains, though the dweller is gone; The harp is near, though the player is afar, . , Who may know my thoughts this hour! Tears on the pillow, Rain in the garden, Together...
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My friend sends me a roll of silk From a far, far away land. I unroll it. Lo, there on it woven Two mandarin ducks Of cherry breast, white neck, and blue wings— They are sleeping peacefully...
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December 8, t926 THE COMMONWEAL 133 POEMS
xuestions on a Nun's Habit You do not think it is because I do not share
A woman's subtle weakness for the piquancy of dress--- Its swift, sure...
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328 THE COMMONWEAL August 4, 1926 PICTURES AND POLITICS Irish...
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