The Quest Lo, I met Him in the street. There He stayed my tired feet. Lo, He stopped me in the street, Touched my bruised, my tired feet, Bade me linger in the shade. Rest awhile, be...
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610 POEMS The Faun In the recurrent dawn and dew He cut a reed and notched it true; Tra-lal tra-lal tra-lira-la! Right merrily he blew and blew. He puffed his cheeks, he pursed his lips; The...
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