Daniel James Webster Poems

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1.
Crows

Black on gold,
It is black on flaxen, summer gold,
As they flex their soft, tarred wings,
Rising like steam
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2.
At Notre Dame

The cardinals' hats dangle and turn
In the vaulted air,
Each one above a tomb.
And we must read the floor
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3.
When I Was Still A Boy

(From the German of Friedrich Hölderlin)

When I was still a boy
A god often saved me
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