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Bereft, As trees that suddenly have dropped their leaves. | 1 |
Bright, Most like a fleet of stars that southing go. | 2 |
| Calm as the solitude between wide stars. | 3 |
| Chatter
Like silly school-girls in the silliest mood. | 4 |
| Her cheeks like winter apples red of hue. | 5 |
| Clear as the flame of sacrifice. | 6 |
Comforting as April air After the snow. | 7 |
| Sighs as deep as destiny. | 8 |
Drifted like a scarlet feather Torn from the folded wings of clouds. | 9 |
| Sweet eyes
tender as the deeps in yonder skies. | 10 |
Her face like roses blown, And in the radiance and the hush, Her thought was shown. | 11 |
| Fade like an August marigold. | 12 |
| Faint as the light of stars and wan. | 13 |
Forlorn, As the night-owls sob of fear, As Memnon mourning at morn. | 14 |
Good and free As when poor Eve was innocent. | 15 |
| Fresh as milk and roses. | 16 |
| Grand as the frigate on the wind. | 17 |
Hollower than an echo fallen Across some clear abyss. | 18 |
| Light as a rustling foot on last years leaves. | 19 |
| Melt like gold refined. | 20 |
Standing as motionless as pillar set To guide a wanderer in a pathless waste. | 21 |
| Like coral insects multitudinous. | 22 |
Pale she was As lily yet unsmiled on by the sun. | 23 |
| Placidly
as waiting to be sheeted home. | 24 |
Like a wild thing, suddenly aware That it is caged, which flings and bruises all Its body at the bars, he rose, and raged. | 25 |
| Red as an angry sunset. | 26 |
Remote, as the dead lords of song, Great masters who have made us what we are. | 27 |
| Reverend as Lear. | 28 |
| Shook as one that looks on death. | 29 |
| Silent as sleep or shadow. | 30 |
Smoothly glide As ships drop down a river with the tide. | 31 |
| Soft as loves first word. | 32 |
| Soft as cream. | 33 |
| Still as a rock set in the watery deep. | 34 |
| Tender as russet crimson dropt on snows. | 35 |
| Thick as a swarm of bees. | 36 |
| Trembled like a thing about to die. | 37 |
| True as time. | 38 |
Wan, As a lily in the shade. | 39 |
Wan As snow at night when the moon is gone. | 40 |
White, Like ships in heaven full-sailed. | 41 |
| White as the snowy rose of Guelderland. | 42 |
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