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How long this senseless stone by bound by night,
And buffeted by every wind on high,-
Then workmen came, they salvaged it; the dry
Earth swept away and lifted it to sight.
...

Something is calling ... calling through the rain,-
I heard it first when I was but a child,
Careless, among rose-brambles running wild.
I heard it next when loss sent swordlike pain
...

The sunlight of a waning winter day
Sent one long ray, aflame, across the gloom
Where Ludovico, Count of Ventimiglia,
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I cannot see the mountains for the fences,
Although the hills aspire unto the sky,
And this near length of wooden palings rises
Not taller, much, than any man is high.
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Cover them ... cover them, over and over
With blankets of sweet grass and fresh white clover.

Cover them ... cover them, that none may see
Which were the bond-slaves and which were the free.
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Wakonda,- unknown Wakonda,
Thou who slayeth with Light,
See the warrior bend
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Deeper than the sea
That has no sounding,
Softer than the hush
That comes when all is over,
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Construction sets a mighty maypole up
Cloud-touching tip, base held in granite cup.

Instead of romping girls and shouting boys,
Damned drilling din and baleful blasting noise.
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Faintly heard mutterings,
Dimly seen flutterings,
Crouching forms ... tangled hair,
Withered limbs ... visage bare.
...

Road that passes valleys,
(A many-tinted scroll),
Dark with pines, gay with blooms,
Unwinds beside the sea;
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All through the night the wind lies still,
Curbing the strength of an eager will;
Morning finds it humming through the trees ...
Tuning up fiddle strings quite at ease,
...

12.

Bit by bit, and a wedge between,
Piece by piece with the edge unseen.

Porphyry for the garden pool,
In silver flows the water cool.
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How shall it be when I go hence? Shall I
Bear forth the tablets of my day incised
By my own hand,- in characters devised
By my own brain in action? Shall I vie
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Sequestered by a wall of sunbaked clay,
His bowed head turned to catch the waning light
From one high shell he held since early day,
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Spirals fascinate me:
They ascend
By such gentle gradations.
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O youth, with your eager right hand up-flung
Above Time's level line,
With the wine of life in your rippling limbs
And hope-lit eyes that shine;
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17.

Our wisdom ripens on a dying vine
And those unknown shall garner in our store,-
For we must wait till Autumn for the wine
That brings to us earth's fullness and life's lore.
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Tattered mendicant,
I give you alms ...
I toss loose coin
Into your palms.
...

I know the secret
Of a god-given brew ...
Foam of ecstacy
Sparkle of dew.
...

When all the sun-kissed ways are dark
And silence reigns where laughter ruled,
Walk in the silent ways apart ...
And by much reticence be schooled.
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The Best Poem Of Jewell Miller

To 'The Pioneer Mother'

How long this senseless stone by bound by night,
And buffeted by every wind on high,-
Then workmen came, they salvaged it; the dry
Earth swept away and lifted it to sight.
A sculptor seized the marble, gleaming white,
Now ... stand away and watch his chisel fly!
What visioning to our arrested eye
Is now revealed, by genius brought to light.

A Mother Militant,- a pioneer
With radiant face set bravely to the West;
Her home unknown,- shall it be far ... or near?
She smiles, and shields the infant at her breast,
Beside her walks a man without a fear ...
Although he knows the hardships of their quest.

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