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The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder

Gilder, Richard Watson (1844-1909)

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THE NEW DAY
  
PRELUDE
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PART I
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PART II
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PART III
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I—“THE PALLID WATCHER OF THE EASTERN SKIES”
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II—“MY LOVE FOR THEE DOTH MARCH LIKE ARMÈD MEN”
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III—“WHAT WOULD I SAVE THEE FROM?”
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IV—“WHAT WOULD I WIN THEE TO?”
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V—“I WILL BE BRAVE FOR THEE”
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VI—“LOVE ME NOT, LOVE, FOR THAT I FIRST LOVED THEE”
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VII—BODY AND SOUL
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VIII—“THY LOVER, LOVE, WOULD HAVE SOME NOBLER WAY”
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IX—LOVE'S JEALOUSY
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X—LOVE'S MONOTONE
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XI—“ONCE ONLY”
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XII—DENIAL
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XIII—“ONCE WHEN WE WALKED WITHIN A SUMMER FIELD”
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XIV—SONG
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XV—LISTENING TO MUSIC
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XVI—“A SONG OF THE MAIDEN MORN”
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XVII—WORDS IN ABSENCE
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XVIII—SONG
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XIX—THISTLE-DOWN
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XX—“O SWEET WILD ROSES THAT BUD AND BLOW”
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XXI—THE RIVER
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XXII—THE LOVER'S LORD AND MASTER
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XXIII—SONG
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XXIV—“A NIGHT OF STARS AND DREAMS”
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XXV—A BIRTHDAY SONG
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XXVI—“WHAT CAN LOVE DO FOR THEE, LOVE?”
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XXVII—“THE SMILE OF HER I LOVE”
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XXVIII—FRANCESCA AND PAOLO
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XXIX—THE UNKNOWN WAY
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XXX—THE SOWER
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XXXI—“WHEN THE LAST DOUBT IS DOUBTED”
  
INTERLUDE
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PART IV
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THE CELESTIAL PASSION
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LYRICS
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TWO WORLDS AND OTHER POEMS
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THE GREAT REMEMBRANCE AND OTHER POEMS
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IN PALESTINE AND OTHER POEMS
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POEMS
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“IN THE HIGHTS”
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THE FIRE DIVINE
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IN HELENA'S GARDEN

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XXII—THE LOVER'S LORD AND MASTER

I pray thee, dear, think not alone of me,
But sometimes think of my great master, Love;
His faithful slave he is so far above
That for his sake I would forgotten be—
Tho' well I know that hidden thus from thee
Not far away my image then might rove,
And his sweet, heavenly countenance would move
Ever thy soul to gentler charity.
So when thy lover's self leaps from his song
Thou him may love not less for his fair Lord.
But that thy love for me grow never small
(As bow long bent twangs not the arrowed cord,
And he doth lose his star who looks too long),
Sometimes, dear heart, think not of me at all.
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