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“Poems On TimeThe butterfly counts not months but moments,and has time enough. T…”

“WHEN I GO ALONE AT NIGHTWHEN I go alone at night to my love-tryst, birds do not…”

“The water vessel, taken as a vessel only, raises the question, "Why does it exi…”

“WE ARE TO PLAY THE GAME OF DEATHE are to play the game of death to-night, my br…”