Love Poems – Page 3148
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The Mountains stood in Haze —
The Mountains stood in Haze — / The Valleys stopped below / And went or waited as they liked … -
The Mountebanks
Over our heads the branches made / A canopy of woven shade. / The birds about this beechen tent … -
The Movies
She knows a cheap release / From worry and from pain— / The cowboys spur their horses … -
The Mower in Ohio
The bees in the clover are making honey, and I am making my hay: / The air is fresh, I seem to draw a young man’s breath to-day. / The bees and I are alone in the grass: the air is so very still … -
The Mowers
The Sunburnt mowers are in the swath— / Swing, swing, swing! / The towering lilies loath … -
The Murder
From “Macbeth,” Act II. Sc. 2. / SCENE in the Castle. Enter LADY MACBETH. / LADY MACBETH.—That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold, … -
The Murmur of a Bee
The Murmur of a Bee / A Witchcraft — yieldeth me — / If any ask me why — … -
The murmuring of Bees, has ceased
The murmuring of Bees, has ceased / But murmuring of some / Posterior, prophetic, … -
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants —
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants — / At Evening, it is not — / At Morning, in a Truffled Hut … -
The Mylora Elopement
By the winding Wollondilly where the weeping willows weep, / And the shepherd, with his billy, half awake and half asleed, / Folds his fleecy flocks that linger homewards in the setting sun …
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