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Memories
IIPlaces Old Tunes "Only in Sleep" Redbirds Sunset: St. Louis The Coin The Voice
IIIDay and Night Compensation I Remembered "Oh You Are Coming" The Return Gray Eyes The Net The Mystery
In a Hospital
IVOpen Windows The New Moon Eight O'Clock Lost Things Pain The Broken Field The Unseen A Prayer
VSpring Torrents "I Know the Stars" Understanding Nightfall "It Is Not a Word" "My Heart Is Heavy" The Nights Remember "Let It Be Forgotten"
The Dark Cup
VIMay Day "Since There Is No Escape" "The Dreams of My Heart" "A Little While" The Garden The Wine In a Cuban Garden "If I Must Go"
VIIIn Spring, Santa Barbara White Fog Arcturus Moonlight Morning Song Gray Fog Bells Lovely Chance
VIII"There Will Come Soft Rains" In a Garden Nahant Winter Stars A Boy Winter Dusk
By the Sea
IXThe Unchanging June Night "Like Barley Bending" "Oh Day of Fire and Sun" "I Thought of You" On the Dunes Spray If Death Is Kind
XThoughts Faces Evening: New York Snowfall The Silent Battle The Sanctuary At Sea Dust The Long Hill
XISummer Storm In the End "It Will Not Change" Change Water Lilies "Did You Never Know?" The Treasure The Storm
Songs For Myself
XIIThe Tree At Midnight Song Making Alone Red Maples Debtor The Wind in the Hemlock
Flame and Shadow
IBlue Squills
How many million Aprils came Before I ever knew How white a cherry bough could be, A bed of squills, how blue!
And many a dancing April When life is done with me, Will lift the blue flame of the flower And the white flame of the tree.
Oh burn me with your beauty, then, Oh hurt me, tree and flower, Lest in the end death try to take Even this glistening hour.
O shaken flowers, O shimmering trees, O sunlit white and blue, Wound me, that I, through endless sleep, May bear the scar of you.
Stars
Alone in the night On a dark hill With pines around me Spicy and still,
And a heaven full of stars Over my head, White and topaz And misty red;
Myriads with beating Hearts of fire That aeons Cannot vex or tire;
Up the dome of heaven Like a great hill, I watch them marching Stately and still,
And I know that I Am honored to be Witness Of so much majesty.
"What Do I Care?"
What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring, That my songs do not show me at all? For they are a fragrance, and I am a flint and a fire, I am an answer, they are only a call.
But what do I care, for love will be over so soon, Let my heart have its say and my mind stand idly by, For my mind is proud and strong enough to be silent, It is my heart that makes my songs, not I....