Let Cloud Shapes Swarm, / Let Chaos

My Sorrow, When She's Here With Me, Thinks These Dark Days Of Autumn Rain Are Beautiful As Days Can Be; She Loves The Bare, The Withered Tree; She Walks The Sodden Pasture Lane.

I Would Not Come In. I Meant Not Even If Asked, And I Hadn't Been.

One Luminary Clock Against The Sky Proclaimed The Time Was Neither Wrong Nor Right.

Many Lovers Have Been Divorced By Having What Is Free Enforced.

I Have Miles To Go Before I Sleep.