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POEMS
CONTENTS
ELEGY
Dear lady when thou frownest
Poor withered rose and dry
I found to-day out walking
Will Love again awake
A PASSER BY
LATE SPRING EVENING
WOOING
There is a hill
SPRING INVITATION TO THE COUNTRY
SPRING REPLY
I have loved flowers that fade
Wherefore to-night so full of care
Thou didst delight my eyes
When men were all asleep
I stand on the cliff
Perfect little body
Joy, sweetest lifeborn joy
O my vague desires (from Prometheus
The full moon from her cloudless skies
I praise the tender flower
Awake my heart to be loved
Who that hath ever shot a shaft
O youth whose hope is high
Transcriber’s Note
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