September 29, 1933 THE COMMONWEAL 507 the cross which formerly surmounted it is no THE...
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She is the newly-risen sun. You are the moon. She is the note From the trumpet's throat. You are the harper's tune. She is the battle just begun. You are the truce. She is the red Of the...
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flipper Ships Ships are the nearest things to dreams that hands have ever made, For somewhere deep in their oaken hearts the soiil of a song is laid; A soul that sings with the ship along...
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The Church of the Apple Tree (In earlier penal times. Mass was said in secret places in Ireland, with sentries posted to give alarm of the persecutors. This old wild apple tree was shown me when...
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663 POEMS The Daffodil Speaks Old Atlas had no greater task than I Who lift the sleeping earth upon my back; I sip a potent liquor from the sky When Taurus bellows on the zodiac. When winter...
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