The shattered water made a misty din. Great waves looked over others coming in… And thought of doing something to the sh… That water never did to land before. The clouds were low and hairy in the ski…

There’s a place called Far-away Meadow We never shall mow in again, Or such is the talk at the farmhouse: The meadow is finished with men. Then now is the chance for the flowers

Let me be the one To do what is done.

The clouds, the source of rain, one stor… Offered an opening to the source of dew; Which I accepted with impatient sight, Looking for my old skymarks in the blue. But stars were scarce in that part of th…

HERE come the line-gang pioneering by. They throw a forest down less cut than b… They plant dead trees for living, and th… They string together with a living threa… They string an instrument against the sk…

Thus of old the Douglas did: He left his land as he was bid With the royal heart of Robert the Bruc… In a golden case with a golden lid, To carry the same to the Holy Land;

Come with rain, O loud Southwester! Bring the singer, bring the nester; Give the buried flower a dream; Make the settled snow—bank steam; Find the brown beneath the white;

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…

Over back where they speak of life as st… ('You couldn’t call it living, for it ai… There was an old, old house renewed with… And in it a piano loudly playing. Out in the plowed ground in the cold a d…

EVEN the bravest that are slain Shall not dissemble their surprise On waking to find valor reign, Even as on earth, in paradise; And where they sought without the sword

They leave us so to the way we took, As…

She stood against the kitchen sink, and… Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water from the sink made ta… She wore her cape; her hat was in her ha… Behind her was confusion in the room,