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To Denis
Again the native hour lets down the
Uncombed and black, but gray the bobbing beard;
Ten years ago His eyes, fierce shuttlecocks,

The Procreation Sonnets are grouped together because they all address the same young man, and all encourage him — with a variety of themes and arguements — to marry and father children (hence 'procreation')
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"The College will reopen Sept
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" `Catalogue'
I was just aiming at the jagged hole Torn in the yellow sandbags of their trench,

This message hastens lest we both go
Scattered, with no character, to death;
Death is untutored, with an ignorant
For precious identities of breath

The heart you hold too small and local thing,
Such spacious terms of edifice to bear
And yet, since Poesy first shook out her wing,
The mighty Love has been impalaced there;

Dear
of all happy in the hour, most blest He who has found our hid security, Assured in the dark tides of the world that rest, And heard our word, 'Who is so safe as we
' We have found safety with all things undying, The winds, and morni...

Tobacco smoke drifts up to the dim ceiling From half a dozen pipes and cigarettes,
Curling in endless shapes, in blue rings wheeling,
As formless as our talk
Phil, drawling, bets Cornell will win the relay in a walk,

The little letters dance across the page,
Flaunt and retire, and trick the tired eyes;
Sick of the strain, the glaring light,
I rise Yawning and stretching, full of empty rage At the dull maunderings of a long dead sage,

Give me this day a faith not personal,
As follows:
The American people fully
With assurance policies, righteous and harmed,

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;

The day's at end and there's nowhere to go,
Draw to the fire, even this fire is dying;
Get up and once again politely
Invite the ladies toward the

O you tender ones, walk now and theninto the breath that blows coldly past,
Upon your cheeks let it tremble and part;behind you it will tremble together again
O you blessed ones, you who are whole,you who seem the beginning of hearts,bow...