Waterfront events

When he went with his five sons and many grand-sons to hunt or fish
A wild hawk, his wings clippd by the clipper
The early market-man, the hearse, the moving of furniture into the
Embalmd with love in this twilight song
Red Jacket From Aloft
Returning, resuming, I thread my way through the hospitals
O I do not know what you mean there underneath yourselves, you are

Nor heroism thine, nor war, nor glory
The Return of the Heroes
Even while you wept there by your fallen harp by the grave
Vouchsafe a higher strain than any yet
Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake!
The blind sleep, and the deaf and dumb sleep
See, in arriere, the wigwam, the trail, the hunters hut, the flat-boat

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