Poems

Elegy

Elegy Too proud to die; broken and blind he died The darkest way, and did not turn away, A cold kind man brave in his narrow […]

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Fern Hill

Fern Hill Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night […]

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Foster The Light

Foster The Light Foster the light nor veil the manshaped moon, Nor weather winds that blow not down the bone, But strip the twelve-winded marrow from […]

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