Poems by Henry Cuyler Bunner
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The Heart Of The Tree
... He plants cool shade and tender rain, ...
Shriven
... I am shrived. Alls donealls saidalls shaped and rounded out ...
An Old-Fashioned Love Song
... Falls on mens ears, their souls rejoice ...
"One, Two, Three!"
... And they never had stirred from their places, ...
She Was a Beauty
... Wooed her in stiff, old-fashioned phrase ...
Grant
... That drowned our hearthstones, splashed with blood our sills ...
May-Bloom
... But your sisters thrive where the swards alive ...
The Lost Child
... YE CRYER: Heres a reward for wholl find Love! ...
For an Old Poet
... Grant that, in memorys deeps still cherished, ...
In a Paris Restaurant
... We used to. While then my too-soon-smitten soul recants, ...
To A Dead Woman
... Through long years keep it fresh on thy lips, O friend! ...
A Pitcher of Mignonette
... To the little sick child in the basement ...
Strong as Death
... Let no faint perfume cling to thee ...
Candor
... And"--her clear glance fell, and her cheek grew red-- ...
A Dead Woman
... Through long years keep it fresh on thy lips, 0 friend! ...
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