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My Verse

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  • There Will Come Soft Rains

    There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools singing at night,
  • Barter

    Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
  • The Look

    Strephon kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me