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CONTENTS
| PAGE | ||
| viii. | To H. C. Bunner | 382 |
| You know the way to Arcady | ||
| ix. | From Wishing-land | 383 |
| Dear Lady, tapping at your door | ||
| x. | THE WELL-HEAD | 384 |
| The withered rushes made a flame | ||
| xi. | THE MILL-HOUSE | 386 |
| An alley ran across the pleasant wood | ||
| xii. | St. MARTIN'S SUMMER | 389 |
| As swallows turning backward | ||
| xii | 390 | |
| All influences were in vain | ||
| xiv. | 392 | |
| The old world moans and topes | ||
| xv. | 393 | |
| I am like one that has sat alone | ||
| xvi | 394 | |
| The whole day thro', in contempt and pity | ||
| xvii. | 395 | |
| The old chimaeras, old receipts | ||
| xviii. | DEDICATION | 396 |
| My first gift and my last, to you | ||
| xix. | PRELUDE | 397 |
| By sunny market-place and street |
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