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Annie Fields
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Little Guinever
“when queen Guinever of Britain was a little wench.”
On Waking from a Dreamless Sleep
I waked; the sun was in the sky,
Song, to the Gods, Is Sweetest Sacrifice
“behold another singer!” Criton said,
The Return
The bright sea washed beneath her feet,
Theocritus
Ay! unto thee belong