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

I had withdrawn in forest, and my
Was swallowed up in leaves that bl
And to the forest edge you came on
(This was my dream) and looked and
But did not enter, though the wish

Here come the line-gang pioneering
They throw a forest down less cut
They plant dead trees for living,
They string together with a living
They string an instrument against

A scent of ripeness from over a wa
And come to leave the routine road
And look for what had made me stal
There sure enough was an apple tre
That had eased itself of its summe

Something inspires the only cow of
To make no more of a wall than an
And think no more of wall-builders
Her face is flecked with pomace an
A cider syrup. Having tasted frui

YOU were forever finding some new
So when I saw you down on hands a
In the meadow, busy with the new-c
Trying, I thought, to set it up o
I went to show you how to make it

Where had I heard this wind befor
Change like this to a deeper roar?
What would it take my standing the
Holding open a restive door,
Looking down hill to a frothy shor

Builder, in building the little ho
In every way you may please yourse
But please please me in the kitche
Don’t build me a chimney upon a sh
However far you must go for bricks

A dented spider like a snow drop w
On a white Heal-all, holding up a
Like a white piece of lifeless sat
Saw ever curious eye so strange a
Portent in little, assorted death

Two fairies it was
On a still summer day
Came forth in the woods
With the flowers to play.
The flowers they plucked