64 THE COMMONWEAL November 18, 1931 Multitude I should have taken the low trail home through this gloom. This high one breaks Out on the stars here, repeating their bloom In the lower...
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White Requiem Here is the grey and vast sepulchral room Where winter tends the summer's various dead. Walk lightly here, for reverence of bloom And life and death now intimately wed. The...
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'Premonition Whenever he was absent she would pace The empty studio from end to end, Hand clenched against her lips as though to fend Some threatened mortal blow. With frozen face Mask-like in...
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October Evening There will be gnawing winds and stinging snow, And fields now green be pewter-hard and cold; On rapier thrusts of wind across the wold The chaif of wintry harvests soon will...
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719 POEMS Lark- Wise When I behold how men go down to death Like moon-thralled Keats, with half their work undone; I fear the fleet-foot hour, the hasting sun That wastes the rose he opens...
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266 THE COMMONWEAL January 13, 1926 POEMS Words With Wings Words! How they glitter! With what sweet Accord they make all beauty known, Leaving old friendships more complete, Leading us...
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