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Title	Poet	Year Written	Collection	Body
Who Is He? (Shorter)			English
Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights —			English	Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights — With plain inspecting face — "Did you" or "Did you not," to ask — 'Tis "Conscience" — Childhood's Nurse — With Martial Hand she strokes the Hair Upon my wincing Head — ...
Who is Kater Anyhow?			English	Why, oh why was Kater lifted From the darkness, where he drifted All unknown, and raised to honour, Side by side with Dick O'connor, In the Council, free from row? Who is Kater, anyhow? Did he lend...
Who is the East?			English	Who is the East? The Yellow Man Who may be Purple if He can That carries in the Sun. Who is the West? The Purple Man Who may be Yellow if He can That lets Him out again.
Who Knows?	Nora Perry		English	Who knows the thoughts of a child, The angel unreconciled To the new strange world that lies Outstretched to its wondering eyes? Who knows if a piteous fear, Too deep for a sob or a tear, Is beneath that breathless gaze Of sudden and...
Who never lost, are unprepared				Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind! Who never climbed the weary league — Can such a foot explore The purple territories On...
Who never wanted — maddest Joy			English	Who never wanted — maddest Joy Remains to him unknown — The Banquet of Abstemiousness Defaces that of Wine — Within its reach, though yet ungrasped Desire's perfect Goal — No nearer — lest the Actual...
Who occupies this House?			English	Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstance — 'Tis well the name and age Are writ upon the Door Or I should fear to pause Where not so much as Honest Dog...
Who saw no Sunrise cannot say				Who saw no Sunrise cannot say The Countenance 'twould be. Who guess at seeing, guess at loss Of the Ability. The Emigrant of Light, it is Afflicted for the Day. The Blindness that beheld and blest —...
Who were "the Father and the Son"			English	Who were "the Father and the Son" We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling By Childhood fortified We thought, at least they are no...
Whoever disenchants				Whoever disenchants A single Human soul By failure of irreverence Is guilty of the whole. As guileless as a Bird As graphic as a star Till the suggestion sinister Things are not what they...
Whole Gulfs — of Red, and Fleets — of Red —			English	Whole Gulfs — of Red, and Fleets — of Red — And Crews — of solid Blood — Did place upon the West — Tonight — As 'twere specific Ground — And They — appointed Creatures — In Authorized Arrays — Due —...
Whose are the little beds, I asked			English	Whose are the little beds, I asked Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others smiled — And no one made reply. Perhaps they did not hear, I said, I will inquire again — Whose are the...
Whose cheek is this?				Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her — "pleiad" — in the woods And bore her safe away. Robins, in the tradition Did cover such with leaves, But which...
Whose Pink career may have a close			English	Whose Pink career may have a close Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.
Why is the Rose so Pale	Heinrich Heine	1817	Love	Ah Dearest, canst thou tell me why The Rose should be so pale? And why the azure Violet Should wither in the vale? And why the Lark should, in the cloud, So sorrowfully sing? And why from loveliest balsam-buds A scent of death should spring? And why the...
Why It Was Cold in May	Henrietta Robins Eliot		English	The year had all the Days in charge, And promised them that they Should each one see the World in turn, But ten Days ran away! Ten Days that should have gone abroad Sometime in early May— So, when May came, and all was fair, These...
Why make it doubt — it hurts it so —			English	Why make it doubt — it hurts it so — So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed To tell the very last They said Unto Itself — and smile — And shake — For that dear — distant...
Why should I care for the Men of Thames				*** * *** Why should I care for the men of thames Or the cheating waves of charterd streams Or shrink at the little blasts of fear That the hireling blows into my ear Tho born on the cheating...
Why should we hurry — why indeed?				Why should we hurry — why indeed? When every way we fly We are molested equally By immortality. No respite from the inference That this which is begun, Though where its labors lie A bland...