When I was young, we dwelt in a valeBy a misty fen that rang all night,And thus it was the…
The living come with grassy treadTo read the gravestones on the hill;The graveyard draws the living still,But never anymore the…
By June our brook's run out of song and speed.Sought for much after that, it will be foundEither to have…
He saw her from the bottom of the stairsBefore she saw him. She was starting down,Looking back over her shoulder…
Was there even a cause too lost,Ever a cause that was lost too long,Or that showed with the lapse of…
This saying good-bye on the edge of the darkAnd cold to an orchard so young in the barkReminds me of…
The well was dry beside the door,And so we went with pail and canAcross the fields behind the houseTo seek…
I dwell in a lonely house I knowThat vanished many a summer ago,And left no trace but the cellar walls,And…
Spades take up leavesNo better than spoons,And bags full of leavesAre light as balloons.I make a great noiseOf rustling all…
Why make so much of fragmentary blueIn here and there a bird, or butterfly,Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,When…