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I know Not these my hands And yet I think there was A woman like me once had hands Like these.

My object to venture the suggestion that an important application of phonetics to metrical problems lies in the study of phonetic word-structure.

The old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that I Should weep?

Listen. With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees And fall.

But see! the pains begin to fly; Tho’ Venus bled she could not die: See the new phœnix point her eyes, And lovelier from her ashes rise.

Brighter from her disease she shines, As fire the precious gold refines. Thus when the silent grave becomes Pregnant with life as fruitful wombs; When the wide seas and spacious earth Resign us to our second birth;