The Clod & the Pebble
Love seeketh not Itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care;
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Eulalie
I dwelt alone
In a world of moan
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Evening Song
Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands,
And mark yon meeting of the sun and sea;
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If You Were Coming In The Fall
If you were coming in the fall
I'd brush the summer by
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A Book of Verse
A book of verse, underneath the bough,
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread - and thou
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To Helen
Helen, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
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A wounded deer leaps highest
A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
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Sweet Disorder
A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness:
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She Comes Not
She comes not when Noon is on the roses--
Too bright is Day.
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The Banks Of Bonnie Doon
Yon banks and hills of bonnie Doon,
How can you bloom so fresh and fair?
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