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…

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…

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

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…