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

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…

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…

Now the rich cherry, whose sleek w… And top with silver petals traced Like a strict box its gems encased… Has spilt from out that cunning li… All in an innocent green round,

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,

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.

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…

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…

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

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

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…

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…

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…

(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…

A fall over rock, Metal answering to water, Is the seal of this spot; A land trodden by music And the tune forgot.