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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 — As 'twere specific Ground — And They — appointed Creatures — In Authorized Arrays — Due —... Poet:	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 — And no one made reply. Perhaps they did not hear, I said, I will inquire again — Whose are the... Poet:	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 In awe and innocence, were meet. Poet:	"Why do I love" You, Sir? "Why do I love" You, Sir? Because — The Wind does not require the Grass To answer — Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place. Because He knows — and Do not You — And We know not... Poet:
Why make it doubt — it hurts it so — 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... Poet:	Why Should We Idly Waste Our Prime Poet:	Wild Nights — Wild Nights! Wild Nights — Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile — the Winds — To a Heart in port — Done with the Compass — Done with the Chart! ... Poet:	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 Join hands, all malice be forgot! This little star, once marked by none Now shines a bright - a BLAZING SUN!... Poet:
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 If I were as tall as they? Has it feet like Water lilies? Has it feathers like a Bird? Is it... Poet:	The Will ⁠BEFORE I sigh my last gasp, let me breathe, ⁠Great Love, some legacies; I here bequeath ⁠Mine eyes to... Poet: