I will hang some pictures up as in a gallery:
"Ever the weary wind went on,
And took the reed-tops as it went"
"I, that whole day,
Saw her no more, although I linger'd there
Till every daisy slept."
"Love with knit brows went by,
And with a flying finger swept my lips."
"Breathed like the covenant of a God, to hold
From thence through all the worlds."
"Night slid down one long stream of sighing wind,
And in her bosom bore the baby. Sleep."
"The pillar'd dusk of sounding sycamores."
"And in the fallow leisure of my life."
"Her voice fled always through the summer land;
I spoke her name alone. Thrice-happy days!
The flower of each, those moments when we met,
The crown of all, we met to part no more."
"Now, now, his footsteps smite the threshold stairs
Of life."