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I
stood
within
a
city
church
at eve .. .
I
think
that
that
sad
look
of yours
to -day
.. .
I
think
the
souls
of many
men
are
here
I walked
with
Maisie
long
years
back
I
who
am
dead
a
thousand
years
.. .
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Jimmy Price
was twelve, and
played ...
Just
now
the
lilac
is
in
bloom ...
...
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Larches
all
green
and
chestnuts
hardly
white
Last
night
the God
of
bitter
dread
...
Let me
pass
out beyond
the
city
gate
Like balls
of
snow
Like
the
white
shining
of
the Host ...
Little
don
Perkins
Lo,
from
quiet
skies
.
Look above, look
below , look
around
on
every
side
..
Look
down ,
O
Lord , on
this
our
Motherland
Love not the
dead
o'ermuch
...
Love
with
light step
passes
...
...
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Majestic
as
lone
ruins
reared
of
old
...
My eyes
are
blue with
gazing
on
thy
deeps
My heart
is
like
a meadow
...
My
son
is mine
no more
.. .
.. .
Night stirs but wakens
not
...
Nothing
of
strange
or exquisite
or
rare
Now
your
grey
eyes
are
filled
with
tears
.. .
O
brilliant
blossoms that
strew
my way
O
dearest ,
if
the touch
of
common
things
O
eyes
that
stop
the souls of men