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| [This
hearth was built for thy delight—] | [Frontispiece] |
[And
by a friend's bright gift of wine,
I dedicate this house of mine] | [23] |
| [And
of all man's felicities—] | [33] |
[A
little world he feels and sees:
His mother's arms, his mother's knees—] | [39] |
| [The
5:42] | [47] |
[And
Daddy once said he would like to be me
Having cocoa and animals once more for tea!] | [53] |
[But
heavy feeding complicates
The task by soiling many plates] | [59] |
| [How
ill avail, on such a frosty night] | [65] |
| [The
old swimmer]
| [69] |
| [But
Katie, the cook, is more splendid than all—] | [73] |
| [Perhaps
it's a ragged child crying]
| [79] |
| [The
Balloon Peddler] | [85] |
[If
you appreciate it more
Than I—why don't return it!] | [87] |
| [And
then one night—] | [93] |
[The
human cadence and the subtle chime
Of little laughters—] | [95] |
| [What
years of youthful ills and pangs and bumps—] | [103] |
| [A
Birthday] | [109] |
| [You
must be rigid servant of your art!] | [123] |
[You
came, and impudent and deuce-may-care
Danced where the gutter flamed with footlight fire]
| [127] |
| [Hostages] | [135] |
[My
eyes still pine for the comely line
Of an outbound vessel's hull]
| [155] |
[A
man ain't so secretive, never cares
What kind of private papers he leaves lay—]
| [165] |
| [Mounted
Police] | [177] |
| [Courtesy] | [183] |
| [The
Plumpuppets] | [189] |
[... It's
hard to have to tell
How unresponsive I have found her] | [195] |
[... When
you see, this Great First Time,
Lit candles on a Christmas Tree!] | [201] |
| [The
music box] | [207] |
| [Solugubrious] | [217] |
[In
the midnight, like yourself,
I explore the pantry shelf!] | [221] |
| [The
Twins]
| [227] |
| [O
praise me not the country] | [233] |
| [The
wail of sickly children—] | [239] |
[Ah,
does the butcher—heartless clown—
Beget that shadow on her brow?] | [245] |
