albutnotquitemost 

lost(in this br
am
bliest tangle of hi
llside)a 

few dim tombstones 

try to re(still u
ntumbled but slant
ing drun
kenly)mind 

me of noone i ever & 

someone(the others have
long ago laid
them)i never(selves
any than 

every more silent 

ly)heard(& how
look at it blue is the
high is
the deep is the far o my 

darling)of(down 

--e. e. cummings