your little voice                     Over the wires… and i felt suddenly dizzy      With the jostling and shoutin…

raise the shade will youse dearie? rain wouldn’t that get yer goat but

Paris;this April sunset completel… utters serenely silently a cathedr… before whose upward lean magnifice… the streets turn young with rain, spiral acres of bloated rose

who’s most afraid of death?thou … utterly afraid,i love of thee (beloved)this                  and truly i would…

if learned darkness from our searc… should wrest the rare unwisdom of… and if thy hands flowers of silenc… upon a wish,to rapture should surp… my soul slowly which on thy beauty…

a blue woman with sticking out bre… clothes.  On the line. not so old for the mother of twelve undershir… by is it Bishop Taylor who needs… that marriage is a sure cure for m…

Thou in whose sword-great story sh… Of history her heroes, sounds the… Of those vast armies of the marchi… With standards and the neighing of… Moving to war across the smiling m…

Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying

into the strenuous briefness Life: handorgans and April darkness,friends i charge laughing.

OVER silent waters day descending night ascending floods the gentle glory of the sun… In a golden greeting