Tryst
Never be dazzled by
poetry
Discovery
And they crossed the streams, rode through
Marina
No one shall blame the sea
After Murillo
Circles and globes and shapes of rain
Melancholy
Lost this evermoment
Fantasia of the Melancholy
In days when I was sick for love
Grand Manner
As queens ride the panoplied barges
Private World
Thirty odd years ago I went to call
Turn from the Day
Early as morning, comes
God and the Picture Spendthrift
Counting our days when it was all a rose
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