I。，The country's surveyor breast-high.
The reindeer's antlers black between。，Whereby this lone-laid wife was moved to feel
Ere upward of a coloured arch,。，By a mouldered beechen shroud;
。，Grief heard them, and passed like a bier.
。，And both their inner sweetest yield,
Forgot was horse of mare, yea, mare of horse:。，That only leaflets dance.
Those warriors of the sighting brain。，XI
A nature of gaunt ribs, an earth of crags.。，To some the clod, to some the wraith,
THE QUESTION WHITHER。，Of the waves our life is part;
Shall climb, cap his branches, and show,。，She seems a while the vale to hold
Among the droves, defiled a horse and mare:。，IX
In days of the tocsin's alarms,。，I keep the youth of souls who pitch
When we two stood overnight。，WOODLAND PEACE
Frogging each mud-walled cot.。，Through antlered mosswork strive.
，Their measure is found in the vast.。，