Cut if you will, with Sleep’s dull knife,

And dusty roads, and thistles, and the slowRising of the round moon, all throats that singThe summer through, and each departing wing,And all the nests that the bared branches show,And all winds that in any weather blow,And all the storms that the four seasons bring.You go no more on your exultant feetUp paths that only…

I hear him leading his horse out of the stall;I hear the clatter on the barn-floor.He is in haste; he has business in Cuba,business in the Balkans, many calls to make this morning.But I will not hold the bridlewhile he clinches the girth.And he may mount by himself:I will not give him a leg up.Though…

For your so passing sake, this mouth of clayThese mortal bones against my body set,For all the puny fever and frail sweatOf human love,—renounce for these, I say,The Singing Mountain’s memory, and betrayThe silent lyre that hangs upon me yet?Ah, but indeed, some day shall you awake,Rather, from dreams of me, that at your sideSo…

A boy was standing on the bridgeAny girl would meet there.As I went over Woody KnobA youth was coming up the hillAny maid would follow.Then in I turned at my own gate,—And nothing to be sad for—To such a man as any WIFEWould pass a pretty lad for.

What’s in a name?I guess I’ll be locked intoAs much as I’m locked out of!

Am urged by your propinquity to findYour person fair, and feel a certain zestTo bear your body’s weight upon my breast:So subtly is the fume of life designed,To clarify the pulse and cloud the mind,And leave me once again undone, possessed.Think not for this, however, the poor treasonOf my stout blood against my staggering brain,I…