This fields has buried men is brow… With easy gold; day’s Midas touch Turns all to richness, only these… By poverty under, pave a roofless… Kindle no saffron cloud.

A man and woman walking Up the rye hill Had no breath for talking. The evening was still; Only the wind in the rough grass

Her darkness fell, before her day… But now, profounder light’s illite… She needs no eyes, she learns to f… The drifting see who random flower… A footsore wanderer wearing the fi…

A thousand years the flesh of the… Between my fingers, cast on or cas… by shifting needles, by the unfert… The sturdily-flowing wool was, for a thousand years, th…

The greenness after sterile stone, Not one stone left upon another; The augury unforeseen of a listeni… Behind the boarded window, Socket of havoc yet fractional eye…

Outside your window, venerable wit… The transient dusk, whose tale is… Paused in a foreigner pausing, use… Yet one lamp vicariously befriende… Learning as evening learns, the gr…