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The Last Little Star

I want to put flowers in your hair. But what flowers? There are none with…

I—CONSUMMATION There was a strangeness on your lips,
Lips that had been so sure;
You…

I hold this to be the highest task of a bond between two people: that…

Forget not yet the tried intent
Of such a truth as I have meant;
My…

LIV. Oh yet we trust that somehow good
Will be the final goal of ill,…

There was never a sound beside the wood but one,
And that was my long…

Well — well, the world must turn upon its axis,
And all mankind turn with…

I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be…

Beneath an Indian palm a girl
Of other blood reposes;
Her cheek is clear and…

To A. L. Sayer of sooth, and Searcher of dim skies!
Lover of Song, and…