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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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