(Microscopic)
A speck that would have been benea
On any but a paper sheet so white
Set off across what I had written
And I had idly poised my pen in a

The battle rent a cobweb diamond-s
And cut a flower beside a ground b
Before it stained a single human b
The stricken flower bent double an
And still the bird revisited her y

More than halfway up the pass
Was a spring with a broken drinkin
And whether the farmer drank or no
His mare was sure to observe the s
By cramping the wheel on a water-b

Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air
That crossed me from sweet things,

He halted in the wind, and - what
Far in the maples, pale, but not a
He stood there bringing March aga
And yet too ready to believe the m
'Oh, that’s the Paradise-in-bloom

There is a singer everyone has hea
Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood
Who makes the solid tree trunks so
He says that leaves are old and th
Mid-summer is to spring as one to

Back out of all this now too much
Back in a time made simple by the
Of detail, burned, dissolved, and
Like graveyard marble sculpture in
There is a house that is no more a

ONCE on the kind of day called “
When the heat slowly hazes and the
By its own power seems to be undon
I was half boring through, half cl
A swamp of cedar. Choked with oil

'You know Orion always comes up s
Throwing a leg up over our fence o
And rising on his hands, he looks
Busy outdoors by lantern-light wit
I should have done by daylight, an

Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night come
But let there never be curtain dra
Between you and me.
Vague dream-head lifted out of the