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All the dog-wood blossoms are underneath the tree! The Shroud Death, I say, my heart is bowed Love, if I weep it will not matter, Indifference I said, -- for Love was laggard, O, Love was slow to come, -- Witch-Wife She is neither pink nor pale, Blight Hard seeds of hate I planted When the Year Grows Old I cannot but remember Sonnets I Thou art not lovelier than lilacs, -- no, II Time does not bring relief; you all have lied III Mindful of you the sodden earth in spring, IV Not in this chamber only at my birth -- V If I should learn, in some quite casual way, VI Bluebeard This door you might not open, and you did; Renascence and Other Poems | ||||
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