Three years she grew in sun and shower,

Then Nature said, “A lovelier flower

On earth was never sown;

This Child Ito myself will take;

She shall be mine, and I will make

A Lady of my own. (more…)

Back out of all this now too much for us,

Back in a time made simple by the loss

Of detail, burned, dissolved, and broken off

Like graveyard marble sculpture in the weather,

There is a house that is no more a house

Upon a farm that is no more a farm

And in a town that is no more a town. (more…)