Ears While I was resting in the shade, She climbed into the carob tree. But suddenly she cried to me: "Come, get me! I'm afraid!" The carob tree grows trunk by trunk. And in between them she...
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78 THE COMMONWEAL November 24, 1926 POEMS Valley of the Vanished Kings All night the thundering of horsemen fills The valley-floor with music. All night long The hemlocks hear the...
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