Floats wide above these oceans

Of yellow afternoon,—

Who slipped her fragile cables,

And blew to sea too soon.

She bears no bales—but wonder,

Not anything of note:

How should she, being merely

A slender petal-boat?...

But rated in the shipping:

The dearest tramp afloat.

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A GARDEN WALL

The Roman wall was not more grave than this,

That has no league at all with great affairs,

That knows no ruder hands than clematis,

No louder blasts than blowing April airs.

Yet, with a grey solemnity it broods,

Above the walk where simple folk go past,

And in its crannies keeps their transient moods,

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