Beauty no other thing is than a beam
Flashed out between the middle and extreme.

of a young Cavalry Officer killed in the Valley of Virginia.

Beauty and youth, with manners sweet, and friends —
Gold, yet a mind not unenriched had he
Whom here low violets veil from eyes.
But all these gifts transcended be:
His happier fortune in this mound you see.

Beaten
to the privy,
he praises the moon

A BEAM of light, from the infinite depths of the midnight sky,
Painted with infinite love a star in a convict's eye;
When, lo! the ghosts of his sins were afraid and fled with a curse,
And the soul of the man walked free in the fields of the universe!

Be like the bird, who
Halting in his flight
On limb too slight
Feels it give way beneath him,
Yet sings
Knowing he hath wings.

When Old Dai goes down below,
He may still make Young Springtime brew;
But there's no Li Bo on the Terrace of Night,
So who in hell will he sell it to?

The night we stayed at Summit Temple
I could reach up and touch the stars.
We did not dare to talk aloud
For fear of disturbing the men in Heaven

Batt he gets children, not for love to reare 'em;
But out of hope his wife might die to beare 'em.

The barrier stone has rolled away,
— And loud the angels sing;
The Christ comes forth this blessed day
— To reign, a deathless King.
For shall we not believe He lives
— Through such awakening?
Behold, how God each April gives
— The miracle of Spring.

Pony Boy though it's spring we're still apart
oriole songs in the warmth are at their fullest
separation seasonal change upsets me
quick and clever who chatters with you now
a canyon stream a road in the empty mountains
a rough gate a village among old trees
I think of you I grieve and almost sleep
toasting my back I lean on the sunny rail