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Lyrical Epigrams
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I
My little old dog:A heart-beat
At my feet.
II
Spring
A winter wind,Primroses,
And the new furrow.
III
Friendship
The silence of midnight,A dying fire,
And the best unsaid. . . .
IV
A pointed steepleAbove square trees—
Rustic France.
V
A blunt steepleOver round trees—
Rural England.
VI
Soluntum
Across these giant ruinsThe greatest cloud-shadows
Dart like little lizards.
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