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The Heart of a Woman And The Stars I Want to Die While You Love Me The Suppliant Welt Youth Eucalyptus Trees When I Behold the Greatest Wonder and Joy Doubt Her Eyes A Last Prayer September Tides Aeglamour's Soliloquy The Hour-Glass How He Saw Her Hymn to Cynthia Hymn to the Belly On Lucy, Countess of Bedford |
Long have I beat with timid hands upon life's leaden door, Praying the patient, futile prayer my fathers prayed before, Yet I remain without the close, unheeded and unheard, And never to my listening ear is borne the waited word. Soft o'er the threshold of the years there comes this counsel cool: The strong demand, contend, prevail; the beggar is a fool! |