White Requiem Here is the grey and vast sepulchral room Where winter tends the summer's various dead. Walk lightly here, for reverence of bloom And life and death now intimately wed. The...
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Sht Thi itntng I ntng She never knew or minded If things were silk or stuff, So long as they were lovely, It was enough. Rhinestones or diamonds Thrilled her just the same, So long as the...
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236 To a Desired Friend I have a right to you— In your face I read you witty, loving, loyal, Made for discontents divine, satisfactions royal, We will dare more greatly, faring on a common...
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