| The Forgotten Grave After a hundred years Nobody knows the place,-- Agony that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Weeds triumphant ranged, Strangers strolled and spelled At the lone orthography Of the elder dead. Winds of summer fields Recollect the way,-- Instinct picking up the key Dropped by memory. |
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| I Felt a Clearing In My Mind I felt a clearing in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to join Unto the thought before, But sequence ravelled out of reach Like balls upon the floor. |
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| It's All I Have to Bring Today It's all I have to bring to-day, This, and my heart beside, This, and my heart, and all the fields, And all the meadows wide. Be sure you count, should I forget,-- Some one the sum could tell,-- This, and my heart, and all the bees Which in the clover dwell. |
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