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 | The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton |  |
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A DEAD POET.
She was the brightest thing beneath the sun—Joy had of her his will—
And, now her singing life is spent and done,
The world seems strange and chill.
| The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton | |