Kisses Are A Better Fate

I Have Found What You Are Like The Rain (who Feathers Frightened Fields With The Superior Dust-of-sleep. Wields Easily The Pale Club Of The Wind And Swirled Justly Souls Of Flower Strike The Air In Utterable Coolness Deeds Of Gren Thrilling Light With Thinned Newfragile Yellows Lurch And.press --in The Woods Which Stutter And Sing And The Coolness Of Your Smile Is Stirringofbirds Between My Arms;but I Should Rather Than Anything Have(almost When Hugeness Will Shut Quietly)almost, Your Kiss

The Snow Doesn't Give A Soft White Damn Whom It Touches.

O Sweet Spontaneous Earth

You Shall Above All Things Be Glad And Young.

All Ignorance Toboggans Into Know And Trudges Up To Ignorance Again.