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Mary Webb. “The Thought.” Typescript poem, one leaf, 7″ x 4¾″, white wove paper. Sixteen lines. Cut from a larger sheet. Webb’s pantheism is apparent in this enchanting poem: “Through the heart I flee, / Singing things that are / And things that cannot be. . . . As a grey moth passes / In October grasses, / So I come and go, / Softlier than snow.”