O God, in the dream the terrible… To paw at the air, and make for me… Fear kept for thirty-five years po… And retribution equally old, or ne… Coward complete, I lay and wept o…

My voice, not being proud Like a strong woman’s, that cries Imperiously aloud That death disarm her, lull her— Screams for no mourning color

I have wept with the spring storm; Burned with the brutal summer. Now, hearing the wind and the twan… The hunt sweeps out upon the plain… They will bring the trophies home…

Tender and insolent, Beware. Within this lies, When little more is spent, The crowded tears of the eyes, Naked astonishment.

What body can be ploughed, Sown, and broken yearly? But she would not die, she vowed, But she has, nearly. Sing, heart sing;

I had come to the house, in a cave… Facing a sheer sky. Everything moved,—a bell hung read… Sun and reflection wheeled by. When the bare eyes were before me

You may have all things from me, s… The slight life in my throat will… For your love, nor your loss, nor… Shall I be made a panderer to dea… Dig the green ground for darkness…

Up from the bronze, I saw Water without a flaw Rush to its rest in air, Reach to its rest, and fall. Bronze of the blackest shade,

It is yourself you seek In a long rage, Scanning through light and darknes… Mirrors, the page, Where should reflected be

Nothing was remembered, nothing fo… When we awoke, wagons were passing… The window-sills were wet from rai… Birds scattered and settled over c… As among grotesque trees.

Who, in the dark, has cast the har… This is no journey to a land we kn… The autumn night receives us, hoar… Storm flakes with roaring foam the… Sodden with summer, stupid with it…

We have struck the regions wherein… The wind breaks over us, And against high sharp angles almo… And these are of fear or grief. Like a ship, we have struck expect…

I came here, being stricken, stumb… At last from streets; the sun, dec… For days, the time being the last… The thickets not yet stark, but qu… With tiny colors, like some brush…

All night the cocks crew, under a… And I, in the cage of sleep, on a… Shed tears, like a task not to be… In the false light, false grief in… A labor of tears, set against joy’…

Beautiful, my delight, Pass, as we pass the wave. Pass, as the mottled night Leaves what it cannot save, Scattering dark and bright.