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She Walks in Beauty

I. She walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that's best of dark and

If you forget me

“I want you to knowone thing. You know how this is:if I lookat the crystal moon, at the red branchof the slow autumn

The Human Seasons

Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man: He has his lusty Spring, when

Mother To Son

Well, son, I'll tell you:Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.It's had tacks in it,And splinters,And boards torn