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

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…

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…

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,

She has no need to fear the fall Of harvest from the laddered reach Of orchards, nor the tide gone ebb… From the steep beach. Nor hold to pain’s effrontery

I do not know where either of us c… Just at first, waking from the sle… I do not know how we can bear The river struck by the gold plumm… Or many trees shaken together in t…

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

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…

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…

The cold remote islands And the blue estuaries Where what breathes, breathes The restless wind of the inlets, And what drinks, drinks

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…

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

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

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

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…