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To Joanna William Wordsworth Amid the smoke of cities did you passYour time of early youth; and there you learnedFrom years of quiet industry, to loveThe living Beings by your own fire-side,With such a strong devotion, that your heartIs slow towards the sympathies of themWho look upon the hills with tenderness,And make dear friendships with […]

Plaint Theodore Roethke Day after somber day I think my neighbors strange; In Hell there is no change. Where’s my eternity Of inward blessedness? I lack plain tenderness. Where is the knowledge that Could lead me to my God? Not on this dusty road Or afternoon of light Diminished by the haze Of late November […]