Sleep Now
Sleep now those hours most once awake
Jack Lowther Wilson
You May be Spoken
You may be spoken in the heart of hands,
When There is Heard
When there is heard from a gesture in weeds
The Crossways
His raised hand tells the terror of the wood.
Psalm at Morning
No spheres in riot bring me morning-ward
Inverhuron
Beyond the glass happy hours blown with the voices in smoke
Nothing but Love
Nothing but love brings the bones
The Four Fields
Now is the moment come under the morning
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