What plummet, seas, to sound you— All the long reaches spun out silv… Turn you and cast drowned riches? Or how again, O velvet night, When the sky, stooping with its gl…

These lovers’ inklings which our l… Lost to the cunning and dimensiona… Though tenemented in the selves we… Not more perforce than azure to th… Were necromancy-juggled to the fle…

I was enriched, not casting after… But as one walking in a usual plac… Without desert but common eyes and… No recourse but to hear, power but… Got to love you of grace.

The last majority attained, And shut from its small house of d… Into the heritage of air The spirit goes because it must: And halts before the multiple plan…

Now I have tempered haste, The joyous traveller said, The steed has passed me now Whose hurrying hooves I fled. My spectre rides thereon,

(From a Persian Carpet) Ash and strewments, the first moth… Ardour of brief evenings, on the f… Or all a wing, less than wind, Breath of low herbs upfloats, peta…

Gold shed upon suckling gold, The time of the bole blackens, Of the dark mounted through dapple… While in the sealed apple The seed cradled toward cold.

Light at each point was beating th… The sapling bark flushed upward, a… Tips of the wood touched, touched… And boughs were slight and burdene… Toward that caress of the boughs a…

No, I have borne in mind this hil… For once before I came its way In hours when summer held her brea… Above her innocents at play; Knew the leaves deepening the gree…

When tunes jigged nimbler than the… And quick and high the bows would… And every fiddle string would burs… To catch what’s lost beyond the st… While half afraid their children s…

I turned as new resigned: A summer gleaned, my business was… My charge the sober mind, My care the wintry bin. And found the boughs in stain,

Then I was sealed, and like the w… I stood me locked upon a summer co… Living, had died a death, and aske… And I lived then, but as enduring… And my heart beat, but only as to…

This that is washed with weed and… Curved once a dolphin’s length bef… And I who read the land to which… In its grave eyes, question my ido… What cold and marvelous fancy it m…

Send forth the high falcon flying… Till it come toppling down from it… The beak of the falcon to pierce i… Where the simple heart is bowed. O in wild innocence it rides

Hush, lullay. Your treasures all Encrust with rust, Your trinket pleasures fall         To dust.