famous poetry

made up of loveliness alone
and with the humming bird
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
melancholy days have come
when i was a boy at college
it was the autumn of the year
death's nobility again
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
i bid them all farewell
to clothe the fiery thought
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
my mother twines me roses wet with dew