The Rose Jar Blown petals, spiced and dead As Egypt's kings Within the pyramid. Frail things, Red roses, prisoned in a jar! I lift the lid And the pale ghosts of June Wandered,...
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Qandle-hight His mother sat in the window, In the orange candle-light, Watching and praying for his boat Many a night. When she died he put a candle In her thin brown hands; It was just one...
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