Never Blows So Red
I sometimes think that never blows so red
The rose as where some buried Caesar bled.
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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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To Earthward
Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
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Beautiful Dreamer
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
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Shall I Compare Thee, (Sonnet XVIII)
Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou are more lovely and more temperate:
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There is a Lady Sweet and Kind
There is a lady sweet and kind,
Was never a face so pleased my mind;
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The Heart Asks
The heart asks pleasure first
And then, excuse from pain;
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For some we loved
For some we loved, the loveliest and the best
That from His vintage rolling Time hath pressed,
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She Comes Not
She comes not when Noon is on the roses--
Too bright is Day.
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A Friend Like You
There's lots of things
With which I'm blessed,
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