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I Might Weave a Wondrous Web
Untitled I might weave a wondrous web Of silky lexicon, Or blossom thoughts like flowers full— Ideas from a bud— But spidery homes are better yet In deigned complexity, And ...
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To an Unloved Rose.
If you remain a tiny rose Alone behind the log— A Tree, immense, denies the rain— You’re motionless in fog— Despair you not: for soon the Sun Will with the ...
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I Marvel at the Work of Men
I marvel at the work of men: That silver ’scrapers grand And bubbled crowns of Capitols, Or minarets, still stand— But what are they compared to pines Or God’s domed ...