THE POET'S QUARRY

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I died for Beauty, but was scarce adjusted in the tomb, when one who died for Truth was lain in an adjoining room. He questioned softly why ...

 

  I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there's a pair of us - don't tell! They'd banish us, you know. How drea...

  Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet Our bashful ...

My river runs to thee : Blue sea, wilt welcome me? My river waits reply. Oh sea, look graciously ! I'll fetch thee brooks From s...