Oh, you who read some song that I have sung--
What know you of the soul from whence it sprung?
Dost dream the poet ever speaks aloud
His secret thought unto the listening crowd?
Go take the murmuring sea-shell from the shore--
You have its shape, it's color--and no more.
It tells not one of those vast mysteries
That lie beneath the surface of the seas.
Our songs are shells, cast out by waves of thought;
Here, take them at your pleasure; but think not
You've seen beneath the surface of the waves,
Where lie our shipwrecks, and our coral caves.
Contents:
Poems of Passion
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Love's Language
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Impatience
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Communism
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The Common Lot
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Individuality
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Friendship after Love
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Queries
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Upon the Sand
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Reunited
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What Shall We Do?
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"The Beautiful Blue Danube"
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Answered
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Through the Valley
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But One
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Guilo
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The Duet
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Little Queen
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Wherefore
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Delilah
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Love Song
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Time and Love
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Change
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Desolation
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Isaura
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Not Quite the Same
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From the Grave
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A Waltz-Quadrille
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Beppo
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Tired
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The Speech of Silence
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Conversion
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Love's Coming
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Old and New
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Perfectness
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Bleak Weather
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[Attraction]
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Gracia
- Ad Finem
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New and Old
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The Trio
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An Answer
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You Will Forget Me
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The Farewell of Clarimonde
Miscellaneous Poems
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The Lost Garden
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Art and Heart
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As by Fire
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If I Should Die
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Misalliance
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Response
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Drought
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The Creed
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Progress
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My Friend
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Red Carnations
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Life is Too Short
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A Sculptor
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Creation
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Beyond
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The Saddest Hour
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Show Me the Way
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My Heritage
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Resolve
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At Eleusis
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Courage
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Solitude
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The Year Outgrows the Spring
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The Beautiful Land of Nod
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The Tiger
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Only a Simple Rhyme
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I Will Be Worthy of It
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Sonnet
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Let Me Lean Hard
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Penalty
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Sunset
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The Wheel of the Breast
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A Meeting
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Earnestness
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A Picture
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Mockery
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Twin-Born
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Floods
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Regret
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A Fable
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