Nantucket windows

Out on the night they glimmer, Island houses, Casements of orange lustre on the moors; Dune-hidden panes where winter sea carouses Shine on the roads that wind past farmhouse do...

Slim pointed pickets guard the summer dream, Glimpsing behind their lichen-scrolléd bars; Young shapes of white that in ethereal stream Toss starry incense to the summer stars....

I am a lost dryad, Wandering tranced in the lovely blossoming wood, Following paths where the shy bright berries wait, Entering glades where the birds have secrets and nests.......

Always, I noticed, lovers lay Beneath a twisted tree That grew in such a starvéd way It seemed a mock to me. But when I questioned them, they’d say “Oh what is that to thee? Bri...

But we (who know) speak in no idle way, We hold no rendezvous, nor name an hour; We make no promise when to go or stay, We do not plan to gather fruit or flower; We only tell th...