In going from room to room in the
I reached out blindly to save my f
But neglected, however lightly, to
My fingers and close my arms in an
A slim door got in past my guard,

The heart can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to ocean
Holding the curve of one position,
Counting an endless repetition.

The west was getting out of gold,
The breath of air had died of cold
When shoeing home across the white
I thought I saw a bird alight.
In summer when I passed the place

O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fal
To—morrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;

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;

He would declare and could himself
That the birds there in all the ga
From having heard the daylong voic
Had added to their own an oversoun
Her tone of meaning but without th

They sent him back to her. The le
Saying... And she could have him.
She could be sure there was no hid
Under the formal writing, he was i
Living. They gave him back to her

I met a lady from the South who s
(You won’t believe she said it, bu
‘None of my family ever worked, or
A thing to sell.’ I don’t suppose
Much matters. You may work for al

It was far in the sameness of the
I was running with joy on the Dem
Though I knew what I hunted was n
It was just as the light was begin
That I suddenly heard’—all I need

Others taunt me with having knelt
Always wrong to the light, so neve
Deeper down in the well than where
Gives me back in a shining surface
Me myself in the summer heaven god