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Winifred Howells
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(5)
A Mood
The wind exultant swept
A Wasted Sympathy
Do not waste your pity, friend,
Forthfaring
I tripped along a narrow way,
Past
There, as she sewed, came floating through her head
The Poet and the Child
“and you, Sir Poet, shall you make, I pray,