Two doves upon the selfsame branch,

At the physic in the cup:Gulp it twiceAnd gulp it thrice,Baby gulp it up.

But the horses of the landServe us the best.The horses of the landMunch corn and clover,While the foaming sea-horsesToss and turn over.

Too late, too late!You loiter’d on the road too long,You trifled at the gate:The enchanted dove upon her branchDied without a mate;The enchanted princess in her towerSlept, died, behind the grate;Her heart was starving all this whileYou made it wait.Ten years ago, five years ago,One year ago,Even then you had arrived in time,Though somewhat slow;Then…

Come again, come again, come back to me,Bringing the summer and bringing the sun.

I hid it in my heart when it was dead;In joy I sat alone, even so I grievedAlone and nothing said.I shut the door to face the naked truth,I stood alone—I faced the truth alone,Stripped bare of self-regard or forms or ruthTill first and last were shown.I took the perfect balances and weighed;No shaking of…

Building, perching, pecking, fluttering,Everywhere! C