。，Soft new beech-leaves, up to beamy April
Out of light, in a lurid web;。，The day is never darkened
Nodding! O the girdle slack about the waist!。，
THE LARK ASCENDING。，
Chill as a dull face frowning on a song.。，Glowing cold, unearthly, hoar:
Is flushed to white with shivers wet;。，Yellow with birdfoot-trefoil are the grass-glades;
Where there is no window, read not heaven or her.。，Else a shiverer you will find
。，Yield substance, though they sing not, sweet
Darker grows the valley, more and more forgetting:。，O the nutbrown tresses nodding interlaced!
To the lake-banks he saw sink and rise。，With his faith in the Great Mother's love:
Violet, blushing eglantine in life; and even as they,。，Violet, blushing eglantine in life; and even as they,
Like a bud peeping out of its sheath。，And song and blood are pure,
And he withered rathe, dry to his prime,。，I should miss but one for the many boys and girls.
On the blossoms of tender Spring,。，Of the awfulness ranging without,
She put her white hand to his reach,。，All seem to know what is for heaven alone.
Swift to building work addressed,。，XV
，Green across a rill where on sand the minnows wink.。，I should miss but one for the many boys and girls.