Water Tune The wet green shuttles rock From stone to stone, The jade and white threads lock, The shuttles drone. O water knit me a gown, A shroud to wear. O white spray wind me a crown For...
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715 Manhattan Spring How mild the air with just the faintest smell Of salt; almost I hear the long thin mew Of gulls; almost I see the curling swell Of feather-edged waves. I sense the...
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