Lyrical Epigrams
I
My little old dog:
A heart-beat
At my feet.
II Spring
A winter wind,
Primroses,
And the new furrow.
III Friendship
The silence of midnight,
A dying fire,
And the best unsaid.
IV
A pointed steeple
Above square trees —
Rustic France.
V
A blunt steeple
Over round trees —
Rural England.
VI Soluntum
Across these giant ruins
The greatest cloud-shadows
Dart like little lizards.
My little old dog:
A heart-beat
At my feet.
II Spring
A winter wind,
Primroses,
And the new furrow.
III Friendship
The silence of midnight,
A dying fire,
And the best unsaid.
IV
A pointed steeple
Above square trees —
Rustic France.
V
A blunt steeple
Over round trees —
Rural England.
VI Soluntum
Across these giant ruins
The greatest cloud-shadows
Dart like little lizards.
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