6o6 THE COMMONWEAL October 17, 1928 POEMS Roma! Tourists throwing their coppers into the Trevi fountain, Lest they should not come back to Rome the beloved, Lest they should not see...
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To Motor Cars Will the day come when it means Nothing to me?—these machines Smooth and ominous as guns, Running as the antelope runs, Strong as elephants, by a touch Spurred or curbed, and...
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