Gates The oranges at Jaffa gate Are heaped in hills; men sell and buy Or sit and watch the twisted road Or David's tower against the sky. The Golden Gate is walled with stone. No king can pass nor...
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I Enter Oxford It was a bird first spoke to me at Oxford Through the white fog a single, tentative word. There were, that daybreak, in my new world, only I and a bird. I had no grateful syllable...
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