One misty evening, one another’s guide, We two were groping down a Malvern side The last wet fields and dripping hedges… There came a moment of confusing lights, Such as according to belief in Rome

I never dared be radical when young For fear it would make me conservative w…

I slumbered with your poems on my breast Spread open as I dropped them half—read… Like dove wings on a figure on a tomb To see, if in a dream they brought of yo… I might not have the chance I missed in…

That far-off day the leaves in flight Were letting in the colder light. A season-ending wind there blew That as it did the forest strew I leaned on with a singing trust

She drew back; he was calm: “It is this that had the power.” And he lashed his open palm With the tender-headed flower. He smiled for her to smile,

I came an errand one cloud-blowing eveni… To a slab-built, black-paper-covered hou… Of one room and one window and one door, The only dwelling in a waste cut over A hundred square miles round it in the m…

On glossy wires artistically bent, He draws himself up to his full extent. His natty wings with self-assurance perk… His stinging quarters menacingly work. Poor egotist, he has no way of knowing

Inscription for a Garden Wall Winds blow the open grassy places bleak; But where this old wall burns a sunny ch… They eddy over it too toppling weak To blow the earth or anything self-clear…

A plow, they say, to plow the snow. They cannot mean to plant it, no— Unless in bitterness to mock At having cultivated rock.

Careless and still The hunter lurks With gun depressed, Facing alone The alder swamps

Pan came out of the woods one day,—His…

My unexpected knocking at the door Started chairs thundering on the kitchen… Knives and forks ringing on the supper p… Voices conflicting like the candidates. A mighty farmer flung the house door wid…