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Luke Havergal Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal,— There where the vines cling crimson on the wall,— And in the twilight wait for what will come. The wind will moan, the leaves will whisper some,— Whisper of her, and strike you as they fall; But go, and if you trust... Poet: Edwin Arlington Robinson	Ballade of Dead Friends As we the withered ferns By the roadway lying, Time, the jester, spurns All our prayers and prying— All our tears and sighing, Sorrow, change, and woe— All our where-and-whying For friends that come and go. Life... Poet: Edwin Arlington Robinson	The Clerks I Did not think that I should find them there When I came back again; but there they stood, As in the days they dreamed of when young blood Was in their cheeks and women called them fair. Be sure, they met me with an ancient air,— And, yes, there was a... Poet: Edwin Arlington Robinson	The Pity of the Leaves Vengeful across the cold November moors, Loud with ancestral shame there came the bleak, Sad wind that shrieked, and answered with a shriek, Reverberant through lonely corridors. The old man heard it; and he heard, perforce, Words out of lips that were no... Poet: Edwin Arlington Robinson
The House on the Hill They are all gone away, The House is shut and still, There is nothing more to say. Through broken walls and gray The winds blow bleak and shrill: They are all gone away. Nor is there one to-day To speak them good or ill:... Poet: Edwin Arlington Robinson