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CONTENTS
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viii. | To H. C. Bunner | 382 |
You know the way to Arcady | ||
ix. | From Wishing-land | 383 |
Dear Lady, tapping at your door | ||
x. | THE WELL-HEAD | 384 |
The withered rushes made a flame | ||
xi. | THE MILL-HOUSE | 386 |
An alley ran across the pleasant wood | ||
xii. | St. MARTIN'S SUMMER | 389 |
As swallows turning backward | ||
xii | 390 | |
All influences were in vain | ||
xiv. | 392 | |
The old world moans and topes | ||
xv. | 393 | |
I am like one that has sat alone | ||
xvi | 394 | |
The whole day thro', in contempt and pity | ||
xvii. | 395 | |
The old chimaeras, old receipts | ||
xviii. | DEDICATION | 396 |
My first gift and my last, to you | ||
xix. | PRELUDE | 397 |
By sunny market-place and street |
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