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Poems of Passion/But One The year has but one June, dear friend; The year has but one June; And when that perfect month doth end, The robin's song, though loud, though long, Seems never quite in tune. The rose, though... Poet:	Poems of Passion/Change Changed? Yes, I will confess it—I have changed. I do not love in the old fond way. I am your friend still—time has not estranged One kindly feeling of that vanished day. But the bright glamour which made... Poet:	Poems of Passion/Communism When my blood flows calm as a purling river, When my heart is asleep and my brain has sway, It is then that I vow we must part forever, That I will forget you, and put you away Out of my life, as a dream is banished... Poet:	Poems of Passion/Conversion I have lived this life as the skeptic lives it; I have said the sweetness was less than the gall; Praising, nor cursing, the Hand that gives it, I have drifted aimlessly through it all. I have scoffed at the... Poet:
Poems of Passion/Delilah In the midnight of darkness and terror, When I would grope nearer to God, With my back to a record of error And the highway of sin I have trod, There come to me shapes I would banish— The shapes... Poet:	Poems written in jail I must Speak of God in whom I trust. In him I have room ... Poet:	Poems of Charles Baudelaire/The Sick Muse Poor Muse, alas, what ails thee, then, to-day? Thy hollow eyes with midnight visions burn, Upon thy brow in alternation play, Folly and Horror, cold and taciturn. Have the green... Poet:	Poems of Childhood/A Valentine Your gran'ma, in her youth, was quite As blithe a little maid as you. And, though her hair is snowy white, Her eyes still have their maiden blue, And on her checks, as fair as thine, Methinks a girlish blush... Poet:
A Voice from the Nile, and Other Poems Poet:	Poems of Passion/A Waltz-Quadrille The band was playing a waltz-quadrille, I felt as light as a wind-blown feather, As we floated away, at the caller's will, Through the intricate, mazy dance together. Like mimic armies our lines were meeting,... Poet: