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Been There Before There came a stranger to Walgett town, To Walgett town when the sun was low, And he carried a thirst that was worth a crown, Yet how to quench it he did not know; But he thought he might take those yokels down, The... Poet:	Can there be any thing more mean *** * *** Can there be any thing more mean More Malice in disguise Than Praise a Man for doing what That Man does most despise ... Poet:	If He dissolve — then — there is nothing — more — If He dissolve — then — there is nothing — more — Eclipse — at Midnight — It was dark — before — Sunset — at Easter — Blindness — on the Dawn — Faint Star of Bethlehem — Gone down! Would... Poet:	One Day is there of the Series One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory. Neither Patriarch nor Pussy I dissect the Play Seems it to my Hooded thinking Reflex... Poet:
Some things that fly there be — Some things that fly there be — Birds — Hours — the Bumblebee — Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be — Grief — Hills — Eternity — Nor this behooveth me. There are that resting,... Poet:	There are two Mays There are two Mays And then a Must And after that a Shall. How infinite the compromise That indicates I will! Poet:	There are two Ripenings — one — of sight — There are two Ripenings — one — of sight — Whose forces Spheric wind Until the Velvet product Drop spicy to the ground — A homelier maturing — A process in the Bur — That teeth of Frosts alone disclose... Poet:	There came a Day at Summer's full, There came a Day at Summer's full, Entirely for me — I thought that such were for the Saints, Where Resurrections — be — The Sun, as common, went abroad, The flowers, accustomed, blew, As if no soul... Poet:
There came a Wind like a Bugle — There came a Wind like a Bugle — It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doors As from an Emerald Ghost — The Doom's electric... Poet:	There comes a warning like a spy There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away — Poet: