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.
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