Just for a space that I met her-- Just for a day in the train! It began when she feared it would wet her, That tiniest spurtle of rain: So we tucked a great rug in the sashes,...
Yes, here it is, behind the box, That puzzle wrought so neatly-- That paradise of paradox-- We once knew so completely; You see it? 'Tis the same, I swear, Which stood, that chill September,...