You come with the light on your face
Of the turn of a river from trees to the open sun,
You are the wandering spirit of the most beloved place—
And yet you are a joy not there begun
Nor anywhere, but always about to be,
The invisible succeeding crest
That follows from the open sea
And shall be loveliest.

I have no language, hardly any word
To name you with, I have no flight of hands
To swim your surface closer than a bird:
For endless changing countermands
Your face and blinds me blacker than a crest of sun,
O joy not yet begun

There were tiny flames in her eyes,
Her mouth was a flame,
And her flesh. . . . . . .
Now she is ashes.

For Exmoor--
For Exmoor, where the red deer run, my weary heart doth cry:
She that will a rover wed, far her feet shall hie.
Narrow, narrow, shows the street, dull the narrow sky.
--Buy my cherries, whiteheart cherries, good my masters, buy!

For Exmoor--
O he left me, left alone, aye to think and sigh--
"Lambs feed down yon sunny coombe, hind and yearling shy
Mid the shrouding vapours walk now like ghosts on high.'
--Buy my cherries, blackheart cherries, lads and lasses, buy!

For Exmoor--
Dear my dear, why did ye so? Evil day have I;

For every evil under the sun,
There is a remedy, or there is none.
If there be one, try and find it;
If there be none, never mind it.

George and Genevieve Geronimo with a with whether they thought they were with whether.
Without their finding it out. Without. Their finding it out. With whether.
George whether they were about. With their finding their whether it finding it out whether with their finding about it out.
George with their finding it with out.
George whether their with their it whether.
Redoubt out with about.
With out whether it their whether with out doubt.
Azure can with our about.
It is welcome welcome thing.
George in are ring.
Lain away awake.

For Danny whistling slowly
" Down in Tennessee "
A fat white shoat by the trough
Lifts his snout a moment to hear,
Among the guzzling and slavering comrades,
Squeezing and forcing:
And begins to feed again.
Whenever a certain note comes
He will raise his jaws
His unturning eyes,
Then lean again to scoop up the swill.

For cover — the tall forest,
for a floor — the moss.
The stone folk, the tree people will keep you company.
You'll have everything you need if you live in the mountains;
the only problem is — no one is willing to try!

For all the saints who from their labors rest,
Who thee by faith before the world confessed,
Thy Name, O Jesus, be forever blessed.
Alleluia.

Thou wast their rock, their fortress and their might:
Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well-fought fight;
Thou in the darkness drear, the one true Light.
Alleluia.

O may thy soldiers, faithful, true and bold,
Fight as the saints who nobly fought of old,
And win, with them, the victor's crown of gold.
Alleluia.

O blest communion, fellowship divine!

For all the gracious gifts in harvests fair
In things material whose goodly share
I richly prize;
For man's abundant wealth that lies in sight,
And for the sense of power and of might
With which to meet my foe, and fight the fight,
My thanks arise.

But for the richer gifts of Love and Peace
That bring the soul a sense of sweet release
From pressing care;
For mercies shown; for greater growth of soul;
For light when clouds of deadly dark uproll
To point the way to some more lofty goal,
And lead us there;

For a moment pause: —
Just here it was;
And through the thin thorn hedge, by the rays of the moon,
I can see the tree in the field, and beside it the mound —
Now sheeted with snow — whereon we sat that June
When it was green and round,
And she crazed my mind by what she coolly told —
The history of her undoing,
(As I saw it), but she called " comradeship",
That bred in her no rueing:
And saying she'd not be bound
For life to one man, young, ripe-yeared, or old,
Left me — an innocent simpleton to her viewing;