Cjfrom the SibyV s Book The scudding cloud has heard in the night From the fretted forest white with frost, A glittering Word, a singing Word, And youth has won and age has lost. We shall grow...
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610 POEMS The Faun In the recurrent dawn and dew He cut a reed and notched it true; Tra-lal tra-lal tra-lira-la! Right merrily he blew and blew. He puffed his cheeks, he pursed his lips; The...
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