720 King's Riddle We live too much with mirth and ease And all the silken things, Our bodies fed how can we know The joy of kings? The high crown, the slow steps, The foe behind the wall ; A...
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13* THE COMMONWEAL June 6, 1928 POEMS 'Perspective I will go up to the high hills (There are high hills 'round the town) And there look down From some high, sun-soaked heather spot Upon...
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Cjfrom the SibyV s Book The scudding cloud has heard in the night From the fretted forest white with frost, A glittering Word, a singing Word, And youth has won and age has lost. We shall grow...
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719 POEMS Lark- Wise When I behold how men go down to death Like moon-thralled Keats, with half their work undone; I fear the fleet-foot hour, the hasting sun That wastes the rose he opens...
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