Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying

Wail for Dædalus, all that is fairest!

Wail! wail ye o'er the Dead!....

Wake from your homes in tomb and shroud!...

Warriors and chiefs! should the shaft or the sword..

Wasted, weary, wherefore stay.....

Weep not for me!

Welcome, wild North-Easter!

What is it to grow old?

What matter, what matter, O friend!

What's hallow'd ground? Has earth a clod
What shall we do now, Mary being dead
What voice did on my spirit fall?...
What was he doing? the great God Pan..
When from the child, that still is led...
When gloaming treads the heels of day.
When I am dead, my Dearest!.....

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When I was young, I said to Sorrow.

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When maidens such as Hester die....

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When the hounds of Spring are on Winter's traces..

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When the world is burning..

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When to any saint I pray

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Where art thou gone? light-ankled Youth!

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Where shall we make her grave?..

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White rose in red rose garden...

Whither is gone the wisdom and the power?
Whither, 'midst falling dew

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With blackest moss the flower plots

Within a low-thatched hut, built in a lane.
Within the unchanging twilight.....

Ye Mariners of England!

You never bade me hope, 'tis true..
You promise heavens free from strife

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