I lie here thinking of you:—— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves,

When the snow falls the flakes spi… that concerns them most intimately two and two to make a dance the mind dances with itself, taking you by the hand,

One leaves his leaves at home beomg a mullen and sends up a ligh… to peer from: I will have my way, yellow—A mast with a lantern, ten fifty, a hundred, smaller and smal…

Leaves are graygreen, the glass broken, bright green.

From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor

The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,

The little sparrows hop ingenuously about the pavement quarreling with sharp voices

I have discovered that most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see t… the domes of the Church of the Paulist Fathers in Weehawken

The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail

The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air—The edge