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The Poems of Joyce Kilmer

Index by First Line

Early Poems

A gleam of light across the night
All day I serve among the volumes telling
April with her violets
Dreams fade with morning light
Fair Death, kind Death, it was a gracious deed
He was an evil thing to see
His mind has neither need nor power to know
If it should be my task, I being God
I’m home from off the stormy sea
I sleep beneath a bracken sheet
It is not good for poets to grow old
Little white bird of the summer sky
Never a horn sounds in Sherwood to-night
Night is over; through the clover globes of crystal shine
No flower hath so fair a face as this pale love of mine
Slender your hands and soft and white
Squire Adam had two wives, they say
The Lady World
The pleasant turf is dried and marred and seared
The Way of Love
Underneath the orchard trees lies a gypsy sleeping
Where two roads cross by Chevely town
 
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