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Why do the wheels go whirring roun… Mother, mother? Oh, mother, are they giants bound, And will they growl forever? Yes, fiery giants underground,
Your voice, beloved, on the living… Borne to me by the spirit powerful Who binds the atoms and leaps out… Great suns together! Ah, what mag… Strung for God’s fingers, sounds…
After the months of torpor, Weakness and ache and strain, After this day’s deep drowning In stormy seas of pain— To feel your hand, my baby,
She heard the children playing in… And through her window saw the whi… Sway like a film of silver in the… Under the purple hills; and one by… She noted chairs and cabinets, and…
The long resounding marble corrido… shining parlors with shining women… them. The French room, with its gilt an… under plump little tumbling painte…
I See the snow-drops flutter Their white wings in the gale. I hear the robin utter On high his gallant tale. Look where the rash wind chases
In lazy laughing Panama— O flutter of ribbon 'twixt the sea… The low-roofed houses lie afloat, White foam-drift of the Caribbees… Under lithe palms that fan the sky
Poet, sing me a song to-day! But the world grows old and my hai… Ah no! there are birds on the lila… And a snow-drop out of the wet ear… Two chattering robins are planning…
Have you forgotten—you, the chief, The art-director, president, What not, of the establishment— Forgot how for a moment brief The whole show, all our strife and…
Look at her—there she sits upon he… As ladylike and quiet as a nun! But if you cross her—whew! her thu… Will shake the earth! She’s proud… The beauty—knows her royal busines…
BEHOLD, I send thee to the heig… My brother! Let thine eyes awake… As morning dew, within whose glowi… Is mirrored half a world; and list… Till in thine ears, famished to ke…
There is a legend—you have read it… Of a fair page whom evil spells Held in deep sleep; and men of cre… Tried all in vain, the story tells… Week after week, by night and noon…
Art thou he?— The seer and sage, the hero and lo… The man of men, then away from the… day Come with me!
Sleep softly in your ocean bed, You who could grandly die! Our fathers, who at Shiloh bled, Accept your company. O sons of warriors, lightly rest,
WHEN sunshine met the wave, Then love was born; Then Venus rose to save A world forlorn. For light a thousand wings