The Lawn Was White With Doctors

I Hurl My Heart To Halt His Pace.

I Shut My Eyes And All The World Drops Dead; I Lift My Eyes And All Is Born Again.

There Is No Life Higher Than The Grasstops

I Thought The Most Beautiful Thing In The World Must Be Shadow, The Million Moving Shapes And Cul-de-sacs Of Shadow. There Was Shadow In Bureau Drawers And Closets And Suitcases, And Shadow Under Houses And Trees And Stones, And Shadow At The Back Of People's Eyes And Smiles, And Shadow, Miles And Miles And Miles Of It, On The Night Side Of The Earth.

Worse Even Than Your Maddening Song, Your Silence.