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841	Lowell, Amy	Men, Women and Ghosts			.txt	text/plain	41837	4659	98	are air, clouds, trees, houses, streets, and such like things. Bloomed in the sun like roses, low and long, Like a bright thread of sound hung in the air, Turned smartly round like hoops before her eyes, green leaves, the horse at a foot-pace, the high yellow wheels of the Rise up behind the little red and green man; Down the long, white paper it makes little lines, Like Bunker Hill, two years ago, when I watched all day from the house-top And her face looked out like the moon on nights trees the great clouds go, tiered, stately, like ships of the line An October day, with waves running in blue-white lines and a capful of wind. slowly, and looks into the air with his blue-green eyes. He thought of red, and yellow, and white roses burned like a great coloured sun. Like an open rose the sun will stand up even,	./cache/841.txt	./txt/841.txt