This youth too long has heard the… Of waters in a land of change. He goes to see what suns can make From soil more indurate and strang… He cuts what holds his days togeth…

In fear of the rich mouth I kissed the thin,— Even that was a trap To snare me in. Even she, so long

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

She has attained the permanence She dreamed of, where old stones l… Untended stalks blow over her Even and swift, like young men run… Always in the heart she loved

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

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

When beauty breaks and falls asund… I feel no grief for it, but wonder… When love, like a frail shell, lie… I keep no chip of it for token. I never had a man for friend

You have put your two hands upon m… You have said my name as a prayer. Here where trees are planted by th… I have watched your eyes, cleansed… And your lips, closed over all tha…

I burned my life, that I might fi… A passion wholly of the mind, Thought divorced from eye and bone… Ecstasy come to breath alone. I broke my life, to seek relief

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’…

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,

Come, let us tell the weeds in dit… How we are poor, who once had rich… And lie out in the sparse and sodd… Pastures that the cows have trodde… The while an autumn night seals do…

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…

Here, in the withered arbor, like… Straight sides, carven knees, Stands the statue, with hands flun… Or remonstrances. Over the lintel sway the woven bra…

The landscape where I lie Again from boughs sets free Summer; all night must fly In wind’s obscurity The thick green leaves that made