To S. C.—I heard the pulse of the besieging sea To S. C. xxxvii. xxxvii. The House of Tembinoka—Let us, who part like brothers, part like bards The House of Tembinoka xxxviii. xxxviii. The Woodman—In all the grove, not stream nor bird The Woodman xxxix. xxxix. Tropic Rain—As the single pang of the blow, when the metal is mingled well Tropic Rain xl. xl. An End of Travel—Let now your soul in this substantial world An End of Travel xli. xli.
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