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Who goes to dine must take his Feast

Who goes to dine must take his Feast
Or find the Banquet mean —
The Table is not laid without …
Who has not found the Heaven — below —

Who has not found the Heaven — below —
Will fail of it above —
For Angels rent the House next ours, …

Emily Dickinson
Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights —

Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights —
With plain inspecting face —
"Did you" or "Did you not," to ask — …

Emily Dickinson
Who is Kater Anyhow?

Why, oh why was Kater lifted
From the darkness, where he drifted
All unknown, and raised to honour, …

Banjo Paterson
Who is the East?

Who is the East?
The Yellow Man
Who may be Purple if He can …
Who never wanted — maddest Joy

Who never wanted — maddest Joy
Remains to him unknown —
The Banquet of Abstemiousness …

Emily Dickinson
Who occupies this House?

Who occupies this House?
A Stranger I must judge
Since No one know His Circumstance — …
Who were "the Father and the Son"

Who were "the Father and the Son"
We pondered when a child,
And what had they to do with us …

Emily Dickinson
Whole Gulfs — of Red, and Fleets — of Red —

Whole Gulfs — of Red, and Fleets — of Red —
And Crews — of solid Blood —
Did place upon the West — Tonight — …
Whose are the little beds, I asked

Whose are the little beds, I asked
Which in the valleys lie?
Some shook their heads, and others smiled — …

Emily Dickinson
Whose Pink career may have a close

Whose Pink career may have a close
Portentous as our own, who knows?
To imitate these Neighbors fleet …

Emily Dickinson
"Why do I love" You, Sir?

"Why do I love" You, Sir?
Because —
The Wind does not require the Grass …

Emily Dickinson
Why make it doubt — it hurts it so —

Why make it doubt — it hurts it so —
So sick — to guess —
So strong — to know — …

Emily Dickinson
Wild Nights — Wild Nights!

Wild Nights — Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be …

Emily Dickinson
Wild Notes from the Lyre of a Native Minstrel

This is the joy-inspiring day
That gave these blessings to our lot
Then let us share the social rites …

Charles Tompson Jr.
Will there really be a "Morning"?

Will there really be a "Morning"?
Is there such a thing as "Day"?
Could I see it from the mountains …

Emily Dickinson
Willie Brew'd A Peck O' Maut

O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut,
And Rob and Allen cam to see;
Three blyther hearts, that lee-lang night, …

Robert Burns
The Wind's Message

There came a whisper down the Bland between the dawn and dark,
Above the tossing of the pines, above the river's flow;
It stirred the boughs of giant gums and stalwart ironbark; …

Banjo Paterson
Winter is good — his Hoar Delights

Winter is good — his Hoar Delights
Italic flavor yield
To Intellects inebriate …
Winter under cultivation

Winter under cultivation
Is as arable as Spring.