He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,But still lies pointed as…
I didn't make you know how glad I wasTo have you come and camp here on our land.I promised myself…
A voice said, Look me in the starsAnd tell me truly, men of earth,If all the soul-and-body scarsWere not too…
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;And give us not to think so far awayAs the uncertain harvest; keep…
There's a patch of old snow in a cornerThat I should have guessedWas a blow-away paper the rainHad brought to…
I have wished a bird would fly away,And not sing by my house all day;Have clapped my hands at him…
The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift.The road is forlorn all day,Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift,And the hoof-prints…
When I go up through the mowing field,The headless aftermath,Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,Half closes the garden path.And…
I had withdrawn in forest, and my songWas swallowed up in leaves that blew alway;And to the forest edge you…
A speck that would have been beneath my sightOn any but a paper sheet so whiteSet off across what I…