Unto The Man Of Yearning Thought And

At Length Their Long Kiss Severed, With Sweet Smart:and As The Last Slow Sudden Drops Are Shedfrom Sparkling Eaves When All The Storm Has Fled,so Singly Flagged The Pulses Of Each Heart.

Unto The Man Of Yearning Thought And Aspiration, To Do Nought Is In Itself Almost An Act.

You Have Been Mine Before - How Long Ago I May Not Know: But Just When At That Swallow's Soar, Your Neck Turned So, Some Veil Did Fall, - I Knew It All Of Yore.

Places That Are Empty Of You Are Empty Of Life.

Her Hair That Lay Along Her Back Was Yellow Like Ripe Corn.