«The terrible! — After each drop, it stays / All ears: is it sole still, trying / To squeeze the branches like wrinkled lace, / Or is a witness prying? But, choking out loud from the heavy weight / Of swelling, the spongy soil widens, / And heard far away, as in August late, / The ...»
«At twilight the swifts have no way / Of stemming the cool blue cascade. / It bursts from clamouring throats, / A torrent that cannot be stayed. At twilight the swifts have no way / Of holding back, high overhead, / Their clarion shouting: Oh, triumph, / Look, look, how the earth has fle...»
«No one will be in the house / But twilight. Just the same / Winter day in the gap / The gathered curtains frame. Only swiftly beating wings / Of white flakes as they fall. / Only roofs and snow, and but / For roofs and snow — no one at all. And frost again will start too sketch. / ...»
«There'll be no one in the house / Save for twilight. All alone, / Winter's day seen in the space that's / Made by curtains left undrawn. Only flash-past of the wet white / Snowflake clusters, glimpsed and gone. / Only roofs and snows, and save for / Roofs and snow — no one at home. O...»