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A MAN'S DAUGHTERThere is an old woman who looks each night VENUS IN ARDENNow Love, her mantle thrown, COTSWOLD LOVEBlue skies are over Cotswold THE MIDLANDSBlack in the summer night my Cotswold hill MAY GARDENA shower of green gems on my apple tree PLOUGHThe snows are come in early state, POLITICSYou say a thousand things, BIRMINGHAM1916Once Athens worked and went to see the play, INSCRIPTION FOR A WAR MEMORIAL FOUNTAINThey nothing feared whose names I celebrate. TREASONWhat time I write my roundelays, MY ESTATEI have four loves, four loves are mine, WITH DAFFODILSI send you daffodils, my dear, FOR A GUEST ROOMAll words are said, ON READING THE MS. OF DOROTHY WORDSWORTH'S JOURNALSTo-day I read the poet's sister's book, THE OLD WARRIORSorrow has come to me,THE GUESTSometimes I feel that death is very near,REVERIEHere in the unfrequented noon,PENANCESThese are my happy penances. To makeCOLOPHON

A MAN'S DAUGHTERThere is an old woman who looks each night VENUS IN ARDENNow Love, her mantle thrown, COTSWOLD LOVEBlue skies are over Cotswold THE MIDLANDSBlack in the summer night my Cotswold hill MAY GARDENA shower of green gems on my apple tree PLOUGHThe snows are come in early state, POLITICSYou say a thousand things, BIRMINGHAM-1916Once Athens worked and went to see the play, INSCRIPTION FOR A WAR MEMORIAL FOUNTAINThey nothing feared whose names I celebrate. TREASONWhat time I write my roundelays, MY ESTATEI have four loves, four loves are mine, WITH DAFFODILSI send you daffodils, my dear, FOR A GUEST ROOMAll words are said, ON READING THE MS. OF DOROTHY WORDSWORTH'S JOURNALSTo-day I read the poet's sister's book, THE OLD WARRIORSorrow has come to me,THE GUESTSometimes I feel that death is very near,REVERIEHere in the unfrequented noon,PENANCESThese are my happy penances. To makeCOLOPHON