Now that I
How passion warms
Of flesh in the mould,
And treasure is brittle,—I'll lie here and
How, over their
Trees make a long
And a light sound.
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Louise Bogan
Louise Bogan (August 11, 1897 – February 4, 1970) was an American poet. She was appointed the fourth Poet Laureate to the Library of Congress in…
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