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Nathan Haskell Dole
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(4)
A Russian Fantasy
O’er the yellow crocus on the lawn
Larks and Nightingales
Alone I sit at eventide:
Russia
Saturnian mother! why dost thou devour
To an Imperilled Traveller
Unflinching dante of a later day,