What I do is me, for that I came.

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

“No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief,More pangs will, schooled …”

“But ah, but O thou terrible, why wouldst thou rude on me Thy wring-earth right …”

“Nothing is so beautiful as Spring-When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely …”