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For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-

Nameless here for evermore.

Shattered, but I'm not broken

Wounded, but time will heal

He kindly stopped for me –

The Carriage held but just Ourselves –

And Immortality.

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

He halted in the wind, and -- what was that

Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?

April is the cruelest month, breeding

Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing

What the hammer? what the chain,

In what furnace was thy brain?

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard

Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on

We wear the mask that grins and lies,

It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,

And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.

I was angry with my friend; 

I told my wrath, my wrath did end.

I celebrate myself, and sing myself,

And what I assume you shall assume,

For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

When I see birches bend to left and right

Across the lines of straighter darker trees

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;

Close to the sun in lonely lands,

Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.

The Pool Players.

Seven at the Golden Shovel.

Who took the Flag today

Can tell the definition

So clear of victory

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains

My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk

I was a child and she was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row