COMPENSATION COMPENSATION BECAUSE I had loved so deeply, Because I have loved so vainly, Offers the boon of Death. 285 Paul Laurence Dunbar. THE END INDEX OF FIRST LINES A cloud possessed the hollow field..... A Fire-Mist and a planet.. 204 238 A great, still Shape, alone. A little way to walk with you, my own. 163 252 A little while (my life is almost set!).. 145 Ah, little flower, upspringing, azure-eyed. 210 Ah! sad are they who know not love... 165 Ah! there be souls none understand.. 181 Ah! worshipped one, ah, faithful Spring.. 274 All day the stormy wind has blown... 180 All in the leafy darkness, when sleep had passed me by 255 175 All ye who love the springtime—and who but loves Because my life has lain so close to thine.. .251 Bedtime's come fu' little boys... 283 Behind him lay the gray Azores... 182 Birds are singing round my window... 132 Blessed the Dead in Spirit, our brave dead. 256 Blessings on thee, little man.... 43 Blue gulf all around us.. 121 Bring me wine, but wine which never grew. 21 By the flow of the inland river..... 134 Came the relief. "What, sentry, ho!". 177 Can freckled August, - drowsing warm and blond... 268 Dark, thinned, beside the wall of stone.... Death's but one more to-morrow. Thou art gray. 142 Divinely shapen cup, thy lip.... 245 Do you fear the force of the wind 249 Down the long hall she glistens like a star. 208 Enamored architect of airy rhyme. 168 Elysium is as far as to. 147 Fair are the flowers and the children, but their subtle suggestion is fairer.... 157 Forenoon and afternoon and night, - Forenoon.. 188 127 Give me the splendid silent sun with all his beams full- Good-bye, no, do not grieve that it is over. Gray-cowled wind of the east!... Great God, I ask thee for no meaner pelf. 272 271 60 Green be the turf above thee. 8 How falls it, oriole, thou hast come to fly.. I blew, I blew, the trumpet loudly sounding.. I count my time by times that I meet thee. I dare not think that thou art by, to stand. 201 30 161 117 9 159 196 277 I do not own an inch of land.. I dragged my body to the pool of sleep. I fear no power a woman wields... I fill this cup to one made up. 118 212 270 19 could not be. I hear you, little bird.. I have two friends, two glorious friends, two better I idle stand that I may find employ. 123 219 60 I saw, one sultry night above a swamp. If I lay waste and wither up with doubt. 171 If life be as a flame that death doth kill. 188 If the red slayer think he slays.... 26 |