It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.

Tho’ I’m no Catholic I listen hard when the bells in the yellow—brick tower of their new church ring down the leaves

My townspeople, beyond in the grea… are many with whom it were far mor… profitable for me to live than her… These whirr about me calling, call… and for my own part I answer them,…

All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among

This quiet morning light reflected, how many times from grass and tress and clouds enters my north room touching the walls with

While she sits there with tears on her cheek her cheek on

a trouble archaically fettered to produce E Pluribus Unum an island

One leaves his leaves at home beomg a mullen and sends up a ligh… to peer from: I will have my way, yellow—A mast with a lantern, ten fifty, a hundred, smaller and smal…

By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.

Lady of dusk-wood fastnesses, Thou art my Lady. I have known the crisp, splinterin… White, slender through green sapli… I have lain by thee on the brown f…

beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and

NOW that I have cooled to you Let there be gold of tarnished mas… Temples soothed by the sun to ruin That sleep utterly. Give me hand for the dances,