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Wind of the desert, softly blow Across the cañon shining wide. Lightly among the temples go That rise in towers of pride. Soft, lest they float away
O Love, my love, it’s over then’… Your heart flies free; And it’s now no more us two again, The door on you and me. And it’s now no more the supper sp…
She grew, like other girls and flo… Sheltered and tended daintily; And told her dolls, through sunny… A prince would come her love to be… And none denied her as she grew
To Colonel Goethals and the Othe… In lazy laughing Panama’ O flutter of ribbon ‘twixt the sea… The low-roofed houses lie afloat, White foam-drift of the Caribbees…
How wild, how witch-like weird tha… That the insensate rock dared drea… And take to bursting out and burge… Oh, long ago’yo ho!' And wearing green! How stark and…
The long resounding marble corrido… shining parlors with shining women… them. The French room, with its gilt an… under plump little tumbling painte…
As he dictates to her Does she love you?'well, I wond… Married twenty years, they say! You, so bald and fat and funny, Grubbing like a mole for money?
Sleep softly in your ocean bed, You who could grandly die! Our fathers, who at Shiloh bled, Accept your company. O sons of warriors, lightly rest,
Where bold Sierras cut the sky Mount Whitney, of the high most h… Halts the pale clouds that wander… We crept and climbed with eager fe… Until the world, fulfilled, comple…
STILL and calm, In purple robes of kings, The low-lying mountains sleep at t… The forests cover them like mantle… Day and night
Moscow White Moscow of the pearly towers… And golden domes for praise, And chiming hours! Red Moscow of the Kremlin walls,
Art thou he?' The seer and sage, the hero and lo… The man of men, then away from the… day Come with me!
Bluer than Helen’s eyes she lies Under the blue cloud-drifting skie… A daughter fair of light and air Dropped among warrior mountains th… White glaciers kiss her feet so fl…
Pearl-gray is the sky, And high within it, sailing by, Three sea-gulls fly. Pearl-white are they Against the sky’s obscurer gray—
Why do the wheels go whirring roun… Mother, mother? Oh, mother, are they giants bound, And will they growl forever? Yes, fiery giants underground,