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Let others speak of her shame,
I speak of my own
O Germany, pale mother
How soiled you are As you sit among the peoples

HY so pale and wan, fond lover
Prithee, why so pale
Will, when looking well can't move her,   Looking ill prevail
Prithee, why so pale

Through these pale cold days What dark faces burn Out of three thousand years, And their wild eyes yearn, While underneath their brows Like waifs their spirits grope For the pools of Hebron again— For Lebanon's summer slope
They leave these b...

In the pale mauve twilight, streaked with orange,
Exquisitely sweet,— She leaned upon her balcony and looked across the street;
And across the huddled roofs of the misty city,
Across the hills of tenements, so gray,