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Who Is He? (Shorter) Poet:	Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights — Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights — With plain inspecting face — "Did you" or "Did you not," to ask — 'Tis "Conscience" — Childhood's Nurse — With Martial Hand she strokes the Hair Upon my wincing Head — ... Poet:	Who is Kater Anyhow? Why, oh why was Kater lifted From the darkness, where he drifted All unknown, and raised to honour, Side by side with Dick O'connor, In the Council, free from row? Who is Kater, anyhow? Did he lend... Poet:	Who is the East? Who is the East? The Yellow Man Who may be Purple if He can That carries in the Sun. Who is the West? The Purple Man Who may be Yellow if He can That lets Him out again. Poet:
Who never lost, are unprepared Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind! Who never climbed the weary league — Can such a foot explore The purple territories On... Poet:	Who never wanted — maddest Joy Who never wanted — maddest Joy Remains to him unknown — The Banquet of Abstemiousness Defaces that of Wine — Within its reach, though yet ungrasped Desire's perfect Goal — No nearer — lest the Actual... Poet:	Who occupies this House? Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstance — 'Tis well the name and age Are writ upon the Door Or I should fear to pause Where not so much as Honest Dog... Poet:	Who saw no Sunrise cannot say Who saw no Sunrise cannot say The Countenance 'twould be. Who guess at seeing, guess at loss Of the Ability. The Emigrant of Light, it is Afflicted for the Day. The Blindness that beheld and blest —... Poet:
Who were "the Father and the Son" Who were "the Father and the Son" We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling By Childhood fortified We thought, at least they are no... Poet:	Whoever disenchants Whoever disenchants A single Human soul By failure of irreverence Is guilty of the whole. As guileless as a Bird As graphic as a star Till the suggestion sinister Things are not what they... Poet: