line (hand of boxes)
flutter (beach-curl of rose, wind plodding out)
all in all, a good day (horizon, our palatable
mistress,
sing out and step forth
yon burnt men - there are tones shant
belong to man)
withering noon (spring's tablature:
8t/h clipt grass,
the element of shorn,
struccucato elm glare,
dearth's reminding bad-cloud)
wine & rye, place-set (whosoever shall lay upon
my earth shall quivereth thus: let ants raise a joy-
ful noise)