With sweetness unabated
Informed the hour had come
With no remiss of triumph
The autumn started home
Her home to be with Nature
As competition done
By influential kinsmen
Invited to...
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With thee, in the Desert — |
Within my Garden, rides a Bird |
Within my reach ! |
Within that little Hive |
Within thy Grave! |
Without a smile — Without a Throe |
Without this — there is nought — |
A prowling wolf, whose shaggy skin |
Wolfe demanded during dying |