I slumbered with your poems on my
Spread open as I dropped them hal
Like dove wings on a figure on a t
To see, if in a dream they brought
I might not have the chance I mis

They leave us so to the way we too

THE BUZZ-SAW snarled and ratt
And made dust and dropped stove-le
Sweet-scented stuff when the breez
And from there those that lifted e
Five mountain ranges one behind th

Her Word
One ought not to have to care
So much as you and I
Care when the birds come round the
To seem to say good—bye;

Lovers, forget your love,
And list to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.
When the frosty window veil

To drive Paul out of any lumber c
All that was needed was to say to
‘How is the wife, Paul?’- and he’
Some said it was because be bad no
And hated to be twitted on the sub

Oh, give us pleasure in the flower
And give us not to think so far aw
As the uncertain harvest; keep us
All simply in the springing of the
Oh, gives us pleasure in the orcha

When I was young, we dwelt in a v
By a misty fen that rang all night
And thus it was the maidens pale
I knew so well, whose garments tra
Across the reeds to a window light

Inscription for a Garden Wall
Winds blow the open grassy places
But where this old wall burns a su
They eddy over it too toppling wea
To blow the earth or anything self

Abstraction is an old story with t
Granted no one but a humanist much
Then there is this wildness whereo
It should be of the pleasure of a
No tears in the writer, no tears i