The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued.

Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think …

And then we saw him bolt. We heard the miniature thunder where he fled, And we saw him, or thought we saw him, dim and gray, Like a shadow across instead of be…

Why make so much of fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid…

The Hyla breed That shouted in the mist a month ago, Like ghost of sleigh-bells in a ghost of snow.

Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days! Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways.

There are essential and inessential insanities. The latter are solar in character, the former are linked to the moon.