Nothing is so beautiful as Spring-
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;

(from "Spring")

“Why wouldst thou rude on me they wring-world right foot rock?”

“I awoke in the Midsummer not to call night, in the white and the walk of the mo…”

“The Windhover To Christ our Lord I CAUGHT this morning morning’s minion, king…”

“I bear a basket lined with grass;I am so light, I am so fair,That men must wond…”