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Author's Prologue I See the Boys of Summer When Once the Twilight Locks No Longer A Process in the Weather of the Heart Before I Knocked The Force that Through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower My Hero Bares His Nerves Where Once the Waters of Your Face If I Were Tickled by the Rub of Love Our Eunuch Dreams Especially When the October Wind When, Like a Running Grave From Love's First Fever to Her Plague In the Beginning Light Breaks Where No Sun Shines I Fellowed Sleep I Dreamed My Genesis My World Is Pyramid All all and all the Dry Worlds Lever I, in My Intricate Image This Bread I Break Incarnate Devil To-day, This Insect The Seed-at-Zero Shall Gods Be Said to Thump the Clouds Here in This Spring Do You not Father Me Out of the Sighs Hold Hard, These Ancient Minutes in the Cuckoo's Month Was There a Time Now Why East Wind Chills A Grief Ago How Soon the Servant Sun Ears in the Turrets Hear Foster the Light The Hand That Signed the Paper Should Lanterns Shine I Have Longed to Move Away Find Meat on Bones Grief Thief of Time And Death Shall Have No Dominion Then Was My Neophyte Altarwise by Owl-Light Because the Pleasure-Bird Whistles I Make This in a Warring Absence When All My Five and Country Senses See We Lying by Seasand It Is the Sinners' Dust-Tongued Bell O Make Me a Mask The Spire Cranes After the Funeral Once It Was the Colour of Saying Not from This Anger How Shall My Animal The Tombstone Told When She Died On No Work of Words A Saint About to Fall 'If My Head Hurt a Hair's Foot' Twenty-four Years The Conversation of Prayer A Refusal to Mourn the Death, by Fire, of a Child in London Poem in October This Side of the Truth To Others Than You Love in the Asylum Unluckily for a Death The Hunchback in the Park Into Her Lying Down Head Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night Deaths and Entrances A Winter's Tale On a Wedding Anniversary There Was a Savior On the Marriage of a Virgin In my Craft or Sullen Art Ceremony After a Fire Raid Once below a Time When I Woke Among Those Killed in the Dawn Raid Was a Man Aged a Hundred Lie Still, Sleep Becalmed Vision and Prayer Ballad of the Long-Legged Bait Holy Spring Fern Hill In Country Sleep Over Sir John's Hill Poem on His Birthday Lament In the White Giant's Thigh |