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In Time of ‘The Breaking of Nations’
While Competing with Your Hair
This is My Letter to the World
I Live, I Die, I Burn, I Drown
To My Daughter On Being Separated from Her on Her Marriage
“Hope” is the Thing with Feathers
When I have Fears That I May Cease to Be
Movement for an Imaginary Violin
Written Extempore on the Sea Shore
Comfort to a Youth That Had Lost His Love
The Farmer Remembers the Somme
You Smiled, You Spoke, and I Believed
Inscription for a Fountain on a Heath
Lines Composed in Wood on a Windy Day
When I Heard at the Close of the Day
The Aged Lover Renounceth Love
Song of Fairies Robbing an Orchard
I Dug, Beneath the Cypress Shade