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James Benjamin Kenyon
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(5)
Bring Them Not Back
Yet, o my friend—pale conjurer, I call
Come Slowly, Paradise
O dawn upon me slowly, Paradise!
Death and Night
The bearded grass waves in the summer breeze;
Quatrains
The bedouins OF THE SKIES
Tacita
She roves through shadowy solitudes,