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 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
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“HER DELICATE FORM”
Her delicate form, her night of hair,Took me, unaware.
They called her poet, and the word
Strangely I heard;
For that I thought: Can she
A poem write, and be?
| The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | |