"Blow, blow, thou winter wind."
Away from here,
And I shall greet thy passing breath
Without a tear.
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To sing the charms of Rosabelle,
To pour my soul out at her feet,
I try to write this villanelle.
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He fights where the fighting is thickest
And keeps his high honor clean;
From finish to start, he is sturdy of heart,
Shunning the petty and mean;
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Even as a child
my face was “gloomy.” I found
few reasons to smile, none to laugh:
father gutting his great gifts
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They told me the water was lovely,
That I ought to go for a swim,
The air was maybe a trifle cool,
"You won't mind it when you get in"
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The sunset gun booms out in hollow roar
Night breathes upon the waters of the bay
The river lies, a symphony in grey,
Melting in shadow on the further shore.
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