If I Feel Physically As

And You Dropt, Lost, When Something Broke-- And Let You From A Dream

After A Hundred Years Nobody Knows The Place, Agony, That Enacted There, Motionless As Peace.

There's A Certain Slant Of Light, Winter Afternoons— That Oppresses, Like The Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, It Gives Us— We Can Find No Scar, But Internal Difference, Where The Meanings, Are.... When It Comes, The Landscape Listens— Shadows—hold Their Breath— When It Goes, 'tis Like The Distance On The Look Of Death.

I Am Out With Lanterns, Looking For Myself.

Nature, Like Us Is Sometimes Caught Without Her Diadem.