Poems by Emile Verhaeren
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The Fishermen
... If but in this their night they hailed each other ...
The Bell-Ringer
... Like a herd of blind bullocks that seek their fellows, ...
The Gardens
... here stray Peacocks beside the box-trees' edge: ...
The Glory Of The Heavens
... From out the depths of the forest, the forest obscure of the skies, ...
St. George
... An Avenue! Then, all one ferment of varied gold, ...
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