elements of poetry

just as my fingers on these keys
a little peach in the orchard grew
my son is dead and i am going blind
i never knew the earth had so much gold
renew the vision of delight
there are three ways in which men take
shadows lay along broadway
of sun nor stars
why do
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
this is the ship of pearl