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114 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1992
That she forgot me was the least,
I felt it second pain:
That I was worthy to forget
Was most I thought upon.
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If I were half so fine myself,
I'd notice nobody!
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The duties of the wind are few -
To cast the ships at sea,
Establish March,
The floods escort,
And usher liberty.
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The soul's superior instants,
Occur to her alone,
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The hills erect their purple heads,
The rivers lean to see-
Yet Man has not, of all the throng,
A curiosity.
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