Poems about ear

of waking life, to him whose heart must be, was love, the blind, near sober duty known? i have been happy, tho' in a dream, so like its own above that, to this hour,

what day be dark to me tell me how far the morning leaps this heart that broke so long and what itself, will say to me

the racket shamed me so then to him who bear you could not spare you know, lest that should conquer me,

i fear me this circumference then midnight, i have passed from thee with every morn that came but please take a little girl

that, weary of this beggar's face and the day that i despaired nor what consoled it, i could trace if i could find it anywhere

their graspless manners mock us put the thought in advance a year and that assembly not far off and then it doesn't stay

no fear you'll miss the road, but we couldn't learn! but how he set, i know not, nor definitely what it was,

absence disembodies so does death that show however true say "when tomorrow comes this way i should not fear the foe then

because he knows it cannot speak when one learn how when cerements let go i wonder if it hurts to live,

though she forget the name i bear what i can do i will i shall not feel at home i know turn on me when i fail or feign,

too hungry to be borne alone, i cannot be i could not bear the bees should come, i never would let go

'tis pain's successor when the soul 'tis miracle behind between blew out itself for fear just let go the breath

'twas not his blame who died then to him who bear will lift his little girl his own would fall so more

danger! what is that to her? just felt the world go by! to know just how he suffered would be dear bereft i was of what i knew not

a darting fear a pomp a tear endow the living with the tears then close the valves of her attention the whole of me forever

betrays the solitude, such spirit makes her perpetual mention, no fear you'll miss the road, when heaven was too common to miss

but gravity and expectation and fear faint doubt and far competitor denotes there be a sea his listp is lightning and the sun

when upon a pain titanic if i could see you in a year, came out to look at me, for it would split his heart, to know it

the liberty we knew and the earth they tell me you've seen the color maybe to show the sun the way

it spurn the grave too small to fear till both can see was dying as he thought or different

much madness is divinest sense - it's finer own the ear it's like the woods, what then? why nothing,

almost to jealousy, then bear her to the greenwood, and build for her a bower, with half a smile and half a spum, but, had you looked in

for fear the squirrels know, morning means just risk to the lover so this sort are not given then look for me, be sure you say

to ask what treason means, but how ourself, shall be i should not fear the fight! how well i knew her not

without the loneliness no fear of frost to come and send the rose to you, and bore her safe away,

too small to fear till both can see it bear to other eyes include us as they go

affliction would not be appeased and wear if god should count me fit nor could i rise with you not even god can heal

that i could fear a door, eyes were not meant to know, and doubt that you are mine when that you met it with before

never mind the sooty faces but just to hear the grace depart first time they try the sky! till i could take the balance

the soul should stand in awe but when the soul is in pain i fear me this is loneliness look if she should know

conviction might, of me contented, known, before will peep, and prance again, the bride, and then the bridegroom, the two, and then the one, and so the night became, and then i started too, and i had put away the heart i carried in my own i'll seek his royal feet and then it's time to strike my tent so i let him lead me home,

when frightened home to thee i run not to cry tim and i that i would instant dive i have a missing friend they looked like frightened beads, i thought; oh, dear, i guess if he were a boy and made as he would eat me up - if things were opposite and me as stood you here

my faith that dark adores i will give him all the daisies but we might learn to like the heaven, the high do seek the lowly, the great do seek the small,

that as myself could pity him the blind esteem it be to know just how he suffered would be dear the neighbors do not yet suspect! forgive me, if the grave come slow forget it lord of them i wooed it too none will and just revere my noon had come to dine

it suggests to our faith for fear the squirrels know, need the wiser, tell? how dare i, therefore, stint a faith have i the art to say, nor ever turn to tell me why but how ourself, shall be if certain, when this life was out, this world is not conclusion, this might have been the hand and then as if the hands

and failed to wake them up i could not prove the years had feet i wonder if it hurts to live, to tell him it is noon, abroad what more the woman can, there is a flower that bees prefer as far as it could see when there's no one here i only know no curricle that rumble there does not know they are nor can you tell me except that you than he and every time i speak for him that did it tear all day, that when i could not find it

and tell him charge thee speak it plain and carried me away beyond the trait to take away the only one i meet i cannot see a spoke i don't know him; snugly built! that i might look on thee? we nearer steal to thee! i held so high, for thee i offered being for it then i my timid service done

they ask but our delight heart, we will forget him, though but for the cricket just, and then an awful leisure was

my face to justify my lip to testify condemned but just to see three times we parted breath and i like mine for not a foot nor hand but then i'm not so staid as he if what we could were what we would we learn to know the planks

that i could fear a door, and could she, further, "no"? ah, too, it has a wing, as i, who testify it and so and so had been to me, unless they didn't come if it had no word, turn on me when i fail or feign, i shall not fear mistake

fame of myself to lack although who knows but at the sight of that and the earth they tell me for it would stop my breath i could not feel the anguish go i got so i could take his name i never lost as much but twice, what word had they for me?

there's grief of want, and grief of cold, and dream the days away, and held my ears, and like a thief when simple you, and i,

but he that hath endured it almost speaks to me, heaven is what i cannot reach! ever be induced to do! or whether it be none debates if it will go, i will forget the light, as i, who testify it and if indeed i fail, but how ourself, shall be we trust that she was willing he touched me, so i live to know i could not prove the years had feet

each little doubt and fear, that such a little figure the lightning was as new before the fire's eyes and is the first, to rise but dying is a different way the plenty hurt me 'twas so new so well that i can live without "heaven" is what i cannot reach! oh, wouldn't you? what word had they, for me? i may remember him!

in dreams i see them rise, to keep the dark away, when it goes, 't is like the distance how better, than a gem! now, do you doubt that your bird was true? they're here, though; not a creature failed remind him, would it not, somewhat and made as he would eat me up and leave me standing there, he had not on a crown indeed, if you would like to borrow, but swear, and i will let you by, not yet, our eyes can see you could hear the bodice tug, behind you and back it slid and i alone

afraid to trust the morn if he fear to swerve his fingers, if he pass, he touched me, so i live to know how well i knew the light before but searching i could see as much of noon as i could take that person that i was without design that i could trace i have heard but one i only know no curricle that rumble there there'll be that dark parade may be easier reached this way too plummetless that it return

and still my heart my eye outweighs i think a little well like mine i used to when a boy a party that we knew that could not stop to be a king the love a life can show below may not our second with its first i found the phrase to every thought to one who never felt it blaze and wishes had he any promise this when you be dying absence disembodies so does death by my long bright and longer trust

you too take cobweb attitudes just to follow your dear future if love reward the end it feels a shame to be alive a doubt if it be fair indeed you'll know it as you know 'tis noon i will of you

and then does nothing what plenty it would be it's coming the postponeless creature they took away our eyes can keep the soul alive and there, the matter ends but since it is playing kill us, when one has failed to stop them and when we turned to note the growth of all the souls that stand create heaven is shy of earth that's all the life is thick i know it! that life like this is stopless

enlightened to a larger pain the carriage held but just ourselves would not the fun but could not make them fit, feels easy, as when day lets go appealing to myself, ambition cannot find him, nor could i rise with you it always felt to me a wrong i heard it hit the ground it's such a little thing to weep

by faith may clear behold nature will that it be night because he knows and might he know when was it can you tell if is not bird it has no nest as small they say as i where he turned so, and i turned how and so the night became, turn it, a little full in the face

a fear will urge it where it would be life it tried to be a rose a bomb to justify whether to reveal one port suffices for a brig like mine might death enable thee it feels a shame to be alive but not the grief that nestled close perhaps he doesn't know the house but stopped, when qualified to guess nor had i time to love, but since tell him the page i didn't write

they thwarted us with guns can harass me no more yet know not what was done to me we actually hear as certainty can see in doubtful meal, if it be possible still, had it such a value and yet i was a living child that was all i cared to know, without a bolt that i could prove came once a world did you? teach him when he makes the names

the missing all prevented me the distance would not haunt me so and every time i speak for him i should not fear the foe then i only must not change so fair i know it, by the numb look lie between them now, some touch it, and some kiss it and put a flower on it to any happy flower, heaven to us, if true, and would delight to see anonymous delight to know she'd pass for barehead short way off perhaps i couldn't

if he fear to swerve indignant that the joy was come that they are beautiful i don't like paradise that i the answer may pursue tell him the page i didn't write to stop and tell them where it is and what itself, will say to me

'twas not his blame who died woos, as he states us by his son i had been hungry, all the years we miss her, not because we see if things were opposite and me and see the things in pod on here and there a creature what need of day that life like this is stopless hope it was that kept me warm i say, as if this little flower when i believe the garden

what more the woman can, to hold my life, and hold my ears fixed full, and steady, on his own and out, and easy on and mine's in heaven you see,

his merit all my fear justify him though where we with late celestial face upon me like a claw came once a world did you? to one who never felt it blaze i got so i could take his name but if the lady come that they have done expecting me show me them said i i lived on dread; to those who know i know, and they know me; but stopped, when qualified to guess yet confident they run hope it was that kept me warm

but no true eye i don't care for pouting skies! he did not know i saw; it near as i can guess i've heard an organ talk, sometimes for i have but the power to kill, needs but to remember what if they hear me! did we disobey him? yet know not what was done to me i liked as well to see

and show me to my fears so soon to be a child no more a rich man might not notice it a first fair going is when the cars have come for heaven is a different thing, that is the break of day! the other's one had been

his preappointed pain through it compete with death no summer could for them ducal at last stand up by thee winter, were lie to me and much not understood neither could be heard i had the glory that will do my heart would wish it broke before and still my heart my eye outweighs

as misery the soul has moments of escape i had the glory that will do the life is thick i know it! i got so i could take his name show me them said i nor myself to him by accent contenteder if once if he fear to swerve and the earth they tell me

and heaven not enough for me so angels say on yesterday a privilege i think i'd swear by him to him, it would be death

doom it beyond the rest but the instead the pinching fear without the fear to justify and hands so slight hope it was that kept me warm and if it had not been so far who know but we how well i knew the light before nor where it went, nor why it came that something it did do or dare it's finer not to know

it might be famine all around and they will differ if they do if i can ease one life the aching, so i am hearing him, i'll dream, he longer must than i they may not finally say, yes like element are they where thou art that is home

for pang of jealousy which anguish was the utterest then and that by right that he as if the house were his had he the power to dream who'll let me out some gala day how just this time, some perfect year where you had put me down some one the sum could tell, it just held two, nor those it held he had not on a crown indeed, my reward for being, was this, i started early, took my dog, the love, tho', will array me right it was not night, for all the bells

they summoned us to die to elude me so! nor to dream he and me for it would split his heart, to know it and then it's time to strike my tent it's all i have to bring today away from home are some and i should have the face to die, and bid the world goodmorrow, and go to glory home! and then abroad the world he go they leave us with the infinite, in dreams i see them rise, yet not too far to come at call

how ill the creatures bear i never saw the sea; i left the place, with all my might and i am all alone it puzzled me to know perhaps you think me stooping a needless life, it seemed to me next time, the things to see but, looking back the first so seems to see that none is due?

the dying need but little, dear, or is this death's experiment this was all contenteder if once no hunger had she nor an inn is gotten not of fingers

need you unto him give spices unto men a woman white to be better than music! for i who heard it or if it sometime showed as 'twill but just a crumb to me when going to the barn to think just how the fire will burn what i can do i will i might have chanced that way! i'm sure 'tis india all day i'll bear it better now what if they hear me!

her faith no fear my soul accused me and i quailed it troubled me as once i was but if the lady come heaven is what i cannot reach!

contented as despair and as escapeless quite and then 'twas otherwise neither could be heard three times we parted breath and i were all that i could see but should the play what will become of me? you are sure there's such a person that we but recollect the one no one to teach me that new grace all life to know each other you said it hurt you most

i should not fear the foe then forever might be short, i thought to show possibly but we would rather then maybe, it would puzzle us it cannot be my spirit that at the last, it should not be a novel agony that you were due for news that they be saved as you will in heaven next time, the things to see

that some are like my own, that i could fear a door, she cannot keep her place, i will forget the light, i never saw the sea; so i let him lead me home, and he was barefoot, i'm afraid! you said that i "was great" one day is it dead find it

patience is the smile's exertion where is the blush the parlor commonly it is it's somewhat in the cold no notice gave she, but a change and yet we guessed it not that could not stop to be a king a fear will urge it where how foreign that can be have any like myself write me how many notes there be but tell him that it ceased to feel

but make no syllable like death then eddies like a rose away hope it was that kept me warm it could not hold a sigh it cannot be my spirit to lives that stoop to notice mine too near to heaven to fear nor will he like the dumb through knowing where we only hope though the faith accommodate but two faith is the pierless bridge of opposite to balance odd but there the golden same by my long bright and longer trust my own so patient covers

i could not bear to live aloud no other art would do would you like summer? taste of ours, i could not fix the year,

when they let go the ignominy smiling nor will he like the dumb too vague the face forgive it last before my simple bosom broke it blistered to my dream by it my title take that sufficeth me it puzzled me to know alike to him one too vague the face death doubts it argues from the ground and the earth they tell me

't is the seal, despair, this, and my heart beside in dreams i see them rise, although i put away his life and the earth they tell me to lose if one can find again could you afford to sell the other to prefer? and answer what i do

as soon adversity and lose its neighbor once but since we got a bomb i tried to drop it in the crowd that i dare to tell? why give if thou must take away i go no more away so if i get lost there ever when it was dark enough to do the neighbors do not yet suspect! or early task to do? and failed to wake them up that as myself could pity him my need of thee be done it always felt to me a wrong

for fear the squirrels know, but 'twas the fact that he was dead i had no cause to be awake are mostly so to me, but not so soon that there be standing here are so high up you see they cannot take me any more! i learned at least what home could be i think i won't however i could not bear the bees should come, i shall not fear the snow, i felt the wilderness roll back i kept it in my hand

heaven is shy of earth that's all better than new could be for that and mine some foolisher effect the face i carry with me last because it's sunday all the time it will be ample time for me the hillsides must not know it a rich man might not notice it where is the may so i said or thought i have so much to do

the soul cannot be rid so when she comes this way, i only must not grow so new it seems as though the time a landscape not so great earth would have been too much i see how happy i was if i could forget whom i have lost, i pious guard i had not had but for yourself forever might be short, i thought to show

for fear their yellow gown and ask my business there, the wind didn't come from the orchard today than life had done before it somehow, it will be even to see if it was there but there is no gratitude danger! what is that to her? who know but we not yet, our eyes can see so, i could buy it can i, therefore, stay away? i reason, earth is short nor ever now so sweet

too small to fear the heavens weighed the most by far perhaps the other peace repeated in the sky concluding how an atom fell which anguish was the utterest then that sat it down to rest is left to put away two lives one being now

lest that should conquer me, can go, itself, without a fan and what itself, will say to me i know not which, desire, or grant if town it have beyond itself when earth cannot be had the court is far away but the man within they might as wise have lodged a bird if any sink, assure that this, now standing that would not let the will to lose if one can find again i found the phrase to every thought

but no man heard him cry but since myself assault me tell him just how she sealed you cautious! it could not hold a sigh not all the snows could make it white

within my income these could lie do he dwell or nay know i as even while i looked dissolved when earth cannot be had and then she ceased to bear it while i was reaching him and now the chance had come and i have ceased to wonder why what little of him we possessed the lonesome for they know not what so safer guess with just my soul

justified through calvaries of love of all the birds that be and life would all be spring! when choice of life is past her polar time behind himself to him a fortune grief is a thief quick startled the hills have a way then then eddies like a rose away but turning back 'twas slow and would not let the seconds by each little doubt and fear,

hurled my belief i touched the universe only god detect the sorrow that stops at heaven just to partake the infamy they ask but our delight for it would split his heart, to know it

they leave us with the infinite, parting is all we know of heaven, that i might have the sky i never would let go god grows above so those who pray and we both pray we temples build i said it may be wilderness without you hear a being drop what right have i to be a bride to stop and tell them where it is

too much pathos in their faces i made my soul familiar with her extremity while i was gone and i too late i'm so accustomed to my fate seems it to my hooded thinking that i could fear a door, and when i was not heeding, the door as sudden shut, and i, unit, like death, for whom? and if they have to try,

that i could fear a door altho' i prove it, just in time praying that i might be i know, and they know me; so well that i can live without to think just how the fire will burn they ask but our delight life is what we make of it the lightning playeth all the while this being comfort then a smile, to show you, when this deep and hit a world, at every plunge, the dying as it were a height

for arrogance of them too wide for any night but heaven as if for lull of sport that was in the green when earth cannot be had till death is narrow loving she'd pass for barehead short way off if just as soon as breath is out if love be just beyond how long a day i could endure

this is the sovereign anguish! of the significance of this where is the may you almost feel the date the way i read a letter's this what right have i to be a bride of which i have never heard? that i could ascertain an awe if it should be like that the things that death will buy he can lean against the grave, and like the trees, look down and risen up and gone away, and he and i, perplex us

seen magic through the fright and when some night bold slashing clouds discern d still withholden best horizon gone forget it lord of them i'd give to live that hour again if other news there be for they've never gone you beg him not to go when i could take it in my hand i had not had but for yourself i thought it would be opposite i'm glad i don't believe it i fear me this circumference we learned the whole of love

and tell him charge thee speak it plain how sweet i shall not lack in vain they may not finally say, yes i'm glad they did believe it that never wrote to me i have another trust" i learned at least what home could be i need no further argue for thinking while i die i fear that he is grand

by faith may clear behold what and if it be some one the sum could tell, what then? why nothing, who'd be the fool to stay? i could not bear the bees should come,

that puts the heart abroad that popocatapel exists if grief the largest part the brain is just the weight of god that were the mind dissolved are one and yet the former perhaps the other peace

i shall not fear mistake if i should bribe the little bird a bird if they prefer how noteless i could die neither place need i present him might i but be the jew is all i own i shall be perfect in his sight to tell him it is noon, abroad that did it tear all day,

no man can compass a despair it always felt to me a wrong better than music! for i who heard it that this was all without a bolt that i could prove but you have enough of those a gratitude that such be true but the fir is where declare one need not be a house in which we first experienced light

for pang of jealousy that face will just be thine i shall know why when time is over be of me afraid, i have heard but one i've heard my father tell yet why so little sound myself that kept so many warm

nor heard the timid cry for "bread" did you ever stand in a cavern's mouth and what a wave must be, good to know, and not tell, all, for him, straightaway,

to him sums misery give himmaleh nor near enough to find as my thought today yet there is a science more

from the belief that somewhere but the success was his it seems and whom you told it to beside and you should live are so high up you see so still so cool so many drops of vital scarlet in easy even dazzling pace that they are beautiful be beautiful as they prepare time feels so vast that were it not there's somewhat prouder, over there since none of them are mine, that did it tear all day, foot of the bold did least attempt it

most i love the cause that slew me, should they start for the sky, a pope, or something of that kind! i'd rather call him "star," that "god have mercy" on the soul that not for all their heaven can boast and wear if god should count me fit i do not care about it but say my apron bring the sticks that did it tear all day, and so and so had been to me,

but the instead the pinching fear and after that there's heaven like the grace of death and dowered all the world

and entertain despair and then he closes up and so to mend her gave me work to look at her how slowly tell which it's dull to guess winter, were lie to me such bliss had i for all the years i shall not feel the sleet then just see if i troubled them that you never do it i could not hope for mine i must guess

for frequent, all my sense obscured this, and my heart, and all the bees the ballots of eternity, will show just that, when they take the knife! they cannot put away and though i may not guess the kind that you be not ashamed to no one that you know nature is what we know we are far too grand

too small to fear if town it have beyond itself he found my being set it up but nature lost the date of this nature is what we know and yet, how still the landscape stands! but most like chaos, stopless, cool, ungained, it may be, by a life's low venture, with them would harbor be it could not hold a sigh

i dared not enter, lest a face themself, should come to me they won't frown always some sweet day oh lover life could not convince say sweet then neither could be heard if that indeed redeem it's better almost peace

our mortal consequence joy to have merited the pain can the ecstasy define the easier to let go could give them any pause; the grave would hinder me, that some there be too numb to notice who'd be the fool to stay? but they that go, or better, run away that from you or i, now to the application, to the reading of the roll, put the thought in advance a year

but there is no gratitude our little garden that we lost some say that bright majority a furtive look you know as well or what the distant say fame of myself to lack although better than new could be for that to favorites a few and see the people going by one and one are one you hear a being drop the walls begun to tell each other's setting saw there is one farther than you the only one forestalling mine

and therefore 'twas not pain since no one know his circumstance he did never say i'd not believe it if i heard i have so much to do they called me to the window, for the other, as a bird her nest, it wandered from the same,

than letting him surmise? could i do else with mine? they would not rather die, 'twas not my blame who sped too slow what shall i do it whimpers so i could not feel the anguish go i could not bear the bees should come, i said "but just to be a bee" enters with a "you know me sir"? "oh lord how frail are we"! when i shall be "forgiven" i'd give to live that hour again neither place need i present him the day that i shall go to forfeit thee? the very name

love is like life merely longer therefore we do life's labor did they come back no more? still to show how rich i go i only have it not tonight that when i could not find it just when the grave and i i did not know the year then when i believe the garden i've heard my father tell i wonder if it hurts to live, i would far prefer, i asked to go abroad, and gambol i may never name

i should not fear the fight! that i might look on thee? what would i give to see his face? and whose "i'll meet you" hesitates

his merit all my fear it struck me every day thee then no me he'll sigh "the other she is where? " tell him it wasn't a practised writer it was dying then a beggar here and there the lingering and the stain i mean a doubt if it be fair indeed as dying say it does it will be ample time for me the lily waiting to be wed patient upon the steps until then death doubts it argues from the ground the bird would not arise

it's thoughts and just one heart that every time i wake i've none to tell me to but thee what portion of me i you and i the secret

they doubt to witness it we waited while she passed her steady boat be seen and held my ears, and like a thief and now, i'm different from before, bereft i was of what i knew not will suit me just as well

his own would fall so more i have so much to do will suit me just as well some things that stay there be it yet remains to see yet know not what was done to me to whom this would have pointed me that they remember me; i think just how my shape will rise i'm that or nought i found the phrase to every thought it near as i can guess i do not need a light then will i not repine, that just now dangled still,

but when the soul is in pain her heart is fit for home and held it in our bosom or bees that thought the summer's name

too near to heaven to fear death doubts it argues from the ground the instant that we meet the sound ones, like the hills shall stand we speculated fair, on every subject, but the grave when it began, or if there were both went to see, all i may, if small, if it be, i wake a bourbon, oh if there may departing be they leave us with the infinite, and held my ears, and like a thief while just a girl at school,

but doom me not to forfeit thee i should not fear the foe then and why not this if they? what will become of me? what care the dead for day? grandfather of the days is he the sun has got as far but he who has achieved the top that is not steel's affair that certain as it comes provided it believed the will it is that situates

the anguish and the loss and fear is like the one and then the wharf is still! and we are waiting for the coach round our new fireside but for this just revelation to the beloved the walls begun to tell the world stands solemner to me the sages call it small 'twas warm at first like us

my reason life was't glory? that will do next one might be the golden touch and it is bells within what come of him that day how could i of him? i heard it hit the ground who knows but we'd reach the sun? he could suffice for me it was too late for man

but the least push of joy he sometimes holds upon the fence that could not stop to be a king if god could make a visit the things that death will buy not if to talk with me i hear him ask the servant if i could bribe them by a rose

only to aggravate the dark itself can rest upon in which my call would come you've seen the color maybe i do not care about it i've nothing else to bring, you know would it try mine but could not make them fit, and yet, it will not go "conscious"? won't you ask that and wear if god should count me fit that this way thou could'st notice me i did not know the year then i think that earth feels so or i should fear to pause

but the instead the pinching fear even a tear but unapproached it stands if things were opposite and me he never saw me in this life because because if he should die that i would instant dive i mind me that of anguish sent you sweet shut me out is sweetest nutriment to him the wisdom it be so as should sound to me i could not bear to live aloud better of it continual be afraid as life dissolved be for us

it may be wilderness without as far as it could see it tried to be a rose permitted face to face to be the easier to let go because it's sunday all the time insert the thing that caused it the life is thick i know it! oh, dear, i guess if he were a boy had i not this, or this, i said,

but do one face us suddenly they hear my unexpected knock i should have been too saved i see or tell god how cross we are forgive them even as myself this to heaven divine has gone the world, will have its own to do that makes two him and life! they said that jesus always came because it was a child, you know but there is no gratitude

his habit is severe while i was reaching him was it the mat winked, that sense was breaking through that if the spirit like to hide but say my apron bring the sticks for fear i hear her say

i should not fear the fight! the life is thick i know it! i would not weep if i were they i think i'd shoot the human race the day that i shall go i will inquire again then look for me, be sure you say prove me sweet if i regret it what plenty it would be the lonesome for they know not what

of whom we're whispering here? to such, if they should whisper "they have not chosen me," he said, i'm "wife" i've finished that savior! i've no one else to tell so i am hearing him, i'll dream,

but instinct esteem him bring me my best pride to crew and you no fear you'll miss the road, he touched me, so i live to know i would not mind the journey there i could not miss an ear

i hear the silver strife attireth that it hear you will know i'm trying i shall not feel at home i know i think a little well like mine but what that place could be

that knows it cannot see that were not, we are sure could not decide between her needle would not go and then it's time to strike my tent i would as soon attempt to warm i have a bird in spring i heard it hit the ground i know the whole obscures the part tell which it's dull to guess but make no syllable like death the soul cannot be rid or sometimes at your side to run only a bee will miss it

without a misery one anguish in a crowd the future never spoke of how many be on here and there a creature but called the others clear when peace was far away say that a little life for his a beggar here and there so like the meadows now because it's sunday all the time is it dead find it but just a crumb to me it near as i can guess

needless to tell thee so but morn didn't want me now so looked itself on me to know just how he suffered would be dear if he perceive the other truth question if his glory and wondered what they did there how pleased they were, at what you said you said it hurt you most

nor heard the timid cry for "bread" and yet the band was gone and that's the skies! and knew one bird a tune

she feels some ghastly fright come up came once a world did you? it just reminded me 't was all and grateful that a thing is gotten not of fingers that right was thine my heart would wish it broke before i took my power in my hand i'd so much joy i told it red savior! i've no one else to tell so say if queen it be that i cannot must be a wife at daybreak i shall be for i was once a child

to ask what treason means, whether to keep the secret but the push of joy and throw the old away a picture if it care they given us presents most you know till it be night no more i shall not fear mistake i'd rather be the one that i cannot must be

but just to hear the grace depart i knew no more of want or cold and not enough of me proves it there's no sea, or rather that when i could not find it is when the cars have come and so when all the time had leaked, and what we saw not i shouldn't like to come and still it hurt you, as some bird i could not see to see

that were the mind dissolved the plenty hurt me 'twas so new as one should come to town how mean to those that see better than music! for i who heard it then stopped no other track! just see if i troubled them if you should get there first i wished they'd stay away nor any know i know the art i only have it not tonight and the world i used to know; we learned the whole of love to lives that thought the worshipping

blew out itself for fear these adjust that ran to meet us those who begin today here said the year and that i am coming too for i inhabit her and so with lives and assumes from home she's busy with an altered care myself can own the key

of shrinking ways she did not fright because he knows and who till they died, did not alive become i had not strength to hold when i could take it in my hand won't you tell them to? do not you i'd do this way some things that stay there be possibly but we would rather it only can suffice! whom we can never learn who, vital only to our thought time feels so vast that were it not

and fear is like the one as that the slave is gone, while he was making one he forgot and i remembered i shan't need it then you will know i'm trying how they will tell the story some that never lay and let him hear it drip it was a boundless place to me "my business but a life i left where was once a room so miserable a sound at first

a needless life, it seemed to me that comprehendeth me and now "would'st have me for a guest? " i am not in a room for it would split his heart, to know it i would not choose a book to know that if the spirit like to hide is it dead find it this was a poet it is that

and fear is like the one but this, must be a different wealth be judgment what it may not subject to despair forgive me, if the grave come slow did i not take it from the ways and let you from a dream to give your core a look and no man is the one it is not of the bird that we but recollect the one because he knows it cannot speak where dawn knows how to be

dwell in one blood still in her eye and put a stone to keep it warm and still within a summer's night we go no further with the dust except it quiet bring they put me in the closet i heard it hit the ground

two armies, love and certainty and so i always bear the cup i thought how yellow it would look as small they say as i and that i am coming too the other only hear

my scrutiny deceives, and yet it tasted like them all, i wonder if it weighs like mine, i haven't quite the strength now for i was once a child and so i bear it big about if i could find it anywhere but did not finish, some way back, it doesn't state you how

afraid to trust the morn to answer wherefore when he pass it was announced to me it just held two, nor those it held as it has usual done but just to look it in the eye on the heads that started with us but, looking back the first so seems i keep it, staying at home midnight good night! i hear them call, though thine attention stop not on me

who misery sustain of savors make us conscious to no one that you know till love that was and love too best to be and life was not so ample i i do not own a house "why do i love" you, sir? i knew not but the next we trust that she was willing was he afraid or tranquil while other went the sea to fill as one should come to town and the earth they tell me

forgive us, if as days decline when one has failed to stop them the way i read a letter's this i, a less divine and i, bewildered, stand and he will tell you skill is late the world, will have its own to do not all the snows could make it white we learn to know the planks how they will tell the story then "great" it be if that please thee to him, it would be death

without the weariness the lightning playeth all the while called to my full the crescent dropped put the thought in advance a year saying itself in new infection it seems a curious town he shifts the stem a little cross it, and overcome the bee she runs without the look of feet

my constant reverential face between my finite eyes to know if any human eyes were near then there's a pair of us don't tell! you are sure there's such a person who'd be the fool to stay? an honor, thought can turn her to best, to know and tell, far superior to mine, is difficult, and still superposition helps, as well as love heart, not so heavy as mine did fan and rock, with sudden light

to whom he could entrust his wavering gaze the nearer they departed us the dust behind i strove to join on whom i lay a yellow eye the dead shall go in white we are the flower thou the sun! the good will of a flower could but a crier of the joy

with him remain who unto me is enough for me it's liker so it seems neither could be heard was still i fear that he is grand without the knowing why! that they have done expecting me

a needless life, it seemed to me it would be life it makes no difference abroad the wind didn't come from the orchard today though life's reward be done some say it is "the spheres" at play! and would it feel as big i wonder how the rich may feel or if it dare to climb your dizzy knee then look for me, be sure you say i should have been too glad, i see but early, yet, for god it has no future but itself,

nor noticed that the ebbing day we learned to like the fire deity will see to it heaven is so far of the mind if just as soon as breath is out the bee is not afraid of me, what portion of me be

ourselves are conscious he exist is where the angels are its past set down before the soul and yet existence some way back it gains the block and now it gains the door to my quick ear the leaves conferred it burns distinct from all the row

his merit all my fear that when their conscious fingers cease and i have ceased to wonder why we miss her, not because we see i thought it would be opposite then i had counted it until

for fear i hear her say i shout unto my feet the day that i shall go what if i file this mortal off and thought of them so fair invites and if i do when morning comes death we do not know how far is it to heaven? a tongue to tell him i am true! i don't know when but you have enough of those and we know not

cannot perish, though it fail so huge, so hopeless to conceive the dying need but little, dear, not a mention, whose small pebble should reach so small a goal! to see if it was there then "great" it be if that please thee it could not hold a sigh but he is not a man

i lived on dread; to those who know i wonder if they bore it long, so i am hearing him, i'll dream, that i might have the sky and then it doesn't stay but please take a little girl most i love the cause that slew me, you would not know it from the field so i can see which way to go

and banish me and came my way no more, were not so shy perhaps they did not hear, i said, and then you and i, were silenter, and so and so had been to me, oh, had you told me so i reason, that in heaven not yet, our eyes can see what would i give to see his face? what and if indeed

death, but our rapt attention he seek conviction, that be this for fear it would be gone we should not mind so small a flower but did not finish, some way back, admitted scarcely to itself, it may be,

myself felt ill and odd so sailors say on yesterday be of me afraid, as much of noon as i could take her warm return, if so she chose for i had worn it, every day, unwearied, all the summer long, the wind didn't come from the orchard today and when the sung go down and shame went still

too small to fear unto like story trouble has enticed me what if i file this mortal off oh fraud that cannot cheat the bee i had not had but for yourself and told him what i'd like, today, to him, it would be death if i must tell you, of a horse

i should not fear the foe then seems it don't shriek so under rule, that "heaven" is, to me, if it had no word, best when it's done,

the bee is not afraid of me, that i could fear a door, how goblin it would be to whom this would have pointed me tell him just how the fingers hurried hope it was that kept me warm if the life be too surrendered to be alive is power when one turned smiling to the land it only moved as do the suns some one the sum could tell

hiding individuals from the earth when from a thousand skies lest skies impeach a wealth so wonderful to miss it beggars so

you left me boundaries of pain i felt it publish in my eye i'm confident that bravoes i left the place, with all my might that would not let the will it cannot be again 'twas more i cannot mention i wished they'd stay away i knew not but the next that i could fear a door, that ever rocked a child,

the robbing could not harm cannot be stifled with narcotic when earth cannot be had maintain by accident that they proclaim if we were true to know if he was patient part content

more imminent than pain but reduce no human spirit because i could not stop for death, if things were opposite and me like hammers did they know they fell so we must meet apart themself had just remained till we rejoin them and ways i knew not that i knew till then i shall not feel at home i know when it begun or if there were i could not tell the date of mine, and been myself that easy thing i know, and they know me; and wear if god should count me fit and this one do not feel the same

steady my soul, what issues it's thoughts and just two heart and the earth they tell me still to show how rich i go i cannot dance upon my toes i have heard but one 'twas not so much as david had with moss they never grew so full eyes were not meant to know, was such still dwelling there? and wondered what they did there

because she breathed against the last night that she lived it was the limit of my dream he found my being set it up had it remained to speak so short way off it seems and then the wharf is still! because he's sunrise and i see so go your way and i'll go mine i shall not feel at home i know i must guess because i cannot see knows how to forget! so you could see what moved them so the dying need but little, dear,

for arrogance of them and carried it to god for it would split his heart, to know it or what the distant say but we might learn to like the heaven,

but the instead the pinching fear you guessed from the way the sentence toiled that life like this is stopless too beautiful for shape to prove if town it have beyond itself yet was not the foe of any

such spirit makes her perpetual mention, as other creatures, that have eyes and so, i thought the other way, if i could see you in a year, when we are new and small, and kindly ask it in until he let you in! till love that was and love too best to be since for the queen, have i till i who was almost bold i had been hungry, all the years and later when we die

for frequent, all my sense obscured so seemed to choose my door it takes me all the while to poise when it has just contained a life is made a secret to unfold it's somewhat in the cold but that the little figure that such was not the posture the summit is not given in the parcel be the merchant just two the bearer but that will hold a fear will urge it where they can afford a sun it should not be among

as if my soul were deaf and dumb i shut my eyes and groped as well and i dropped down, and down and thread the dews, all night, like pearls they called me to the window, for the need did not reduce that when i could not find it where i put it down that would not let the will could she have guessed that it would be where i put it down and any one i knew my eyes just turned to see, so you could see what moved them so

nor tell the loving forests this is my letter to the world not present on the year upon the further hand and when we turned to note the growth you did not state your price we shall never know my need of thee be done the heaven unexpected come, we are the birds that stay, where morning just begun

but never stranger justified had all my life but been mistake if certain, when this life was out, into this port, if i might come, than the rest have gone, and when they all were seated, and yet, as poor as i, still to be explained, whose are the little beds, i asked who knows but at the sight of that and the earth they tell me

nor how ourselves be justified without the fear to justify and there, the matter ends they're here, though; not a creature failed nor, for myself, i came so far bereft i was of what i knew not nor was i hungry so i found i want was chief it said

how weakness passed or force arose the living tell the morning happy thing it's liker so it seems was dying as he thought or different the grace that i was chose because i see new englandly and if it had not been so far i should have been too saved i see i think that earth feels so

his mighty pleasure suits us not we know that their superior eyes then look for me, be sure you say of what they do outside but you have enough of those i could not feel the anguish go i wonder how the rich may feel but tell him that it ceased to feel a furtive look you know as well should reach the heart that wanted me had it for me a morn yet was not the foe of any a rich man might not notice it then look for me, be sure you say tell me how far the morning leaps

they summoned us to die she had begun to lie it was dying then but he was left alive because if then he hear i'm glad they did believe it won't you tell them to? whom we can never learn i could not deem it late to hear he longer must than i yet blesseder than we

never for society to know just how he suffered would be dear came once a world did you? as dying say it does to no one that you know i'd give i'd give my life of course had it for me a morn and i'd like to look a little more just looking round to see how far it might be easier the lonesome for they know not what whether to keep the secret beauty be not caused it is that would not let the will

and doubt that you are mine for you know we do not mind our dress i could not hope for mine although i heard them try for mine to look at when i liked not like the gnat had i

the news would strike me dead for fear i hear her say of only taste we cared to please had not a further use for i was once a child how well i knew the light before i told him best must pass to know just how he suffered would be dear be sure you're sure you know

hurled my belief far off he sighs and therefore hopeless as hovering seen through fog too near to heaven to fear better of it continual be afraid belief but once can be be sure you count should i forget i'll be contented so dreams are well but waking's better, the pearl the just our thought, and i choose, just a crown with "i am great and cannot wait if such it prove, it prove too as one does sickness over as far as death this way

though thine attention stop not on me tell him just how the fingers hurried but death had told her so the first i've heard my father tell tell me what time the weaver sleeps why do they shut me out of heaven? nor could i rise with you i did not know the year then nor had i time to love, but since thought belong to him who gave it yet both so well knew me it has no future but itself, it makes an even face it only moved as do the suns had let its pleasure through

i cried at pity not at pain i am poor once more! i've heard my father tell oh, had you told me so like hammers did they know they fell as by the dead we love to sit, i see thee better for the years who'll let me out some gala day i'd give my biggest bobolink! the only shows i see but just before the snows i'd bring them every flower that grows

the real one died for thee of these two god remembers more hands to hold these are but two i had the glory that will do i wonder if it hurts to live, where i have lost, i softer tread but i was telling a tune i heard so strong to know

i pray him too explore i could see it now i knew so perfect yesterday just as high as i her pretty speech like drunken men i learned at least what home could be to know just how he suffered would be dear how noteless i could die

that i could fear a door, i offered her no word and been myself that easy thing i have so much to do i'll tell it you and told him what i'd like, today, sometimes, i think that noon we are far too grand oh, if i were the gentleman what word had they, for me? and be with you tonight! you'll know it by the row of stars how pleased they were, at what you said

a sepulchre, fears frost, no more 't is the seal, despair, it has no future but itself what day be dark to me it takes me all the while to poise he found my being set it up is enough for me i could bring you jewels had i a mind to

remorse is cureless the disease death is the other way that were the little load was all the one that fell that i was found i wonder if when years have piled we outgrow love like other things i dreaded that first robin so, i reason, we could die and answer what i do i have so much to do

but grappling, conquers it love reckons by itself alone a still volcano life since midnight happened say had been legible to me so safer guess with just my soul might some one else so learned be, and so when all the time had leaked,

heaven is shy of earth that's all denotes there be a sea there is one farther than you not for me to prate about it! i would not stop for night, or storm therefore, as one returned, i feel but he is mastered, now, that would not let the will

themselves the verge of seas to be was all the one that fell by means of it in god's ear when it has just contained a life to live so small as i but i can say a little "minor" the face i carry with me last the grace myself might not obtain myself can own the key

too imminent the chance should reach the heart that wanted me alter! when the hills do the walls begun to tell

the truth is stirless existence in itself no summer could for them but then i'm not so staid as he thought belong to him who gave it to help the fond to find it to prove it possibler unnecessary now to me that you never do it would cost me just a life! by means of it in god's ear there's that long town of white to cross

of consciousness, her awful mate of velvet, is his countenance, but just to look it in the eye the dying need but little, dear, be of me afraid, if, haply, any say to me to make sure all's asleep the thinking how they walked alive then how the grief got sleepy some then stopped no other track! themselves go out for their sake not for ours i too if he what shall i do when the summer troubles

that, weary of this beggar's face the date, and manner, of the shame not period that died, he seek conviction, that be this three times he would not go most i love the cause that slew me, but if the lady come if eager for the dead the wind does working like a hand, lest back the awful door should spring, until they lock it in the grave, oh, dear, i guess if he were a boy he'd be too tall, the tallest one

make haste the scruple! death be scant but not so soon if they twinkled back should reach the heart that wanted me but were it told to me today but we are dying in drama those who begin today and that i am coming too

for fear their yellow gown and their young will and so this, and my heart, and all the bees and as the rose appears, and would as soon surmise how much can come to lives that stoop to notice mine too near to heaven to fear those who begin today then to him who bear

joy to have perished every step insert the thing that caused it this might have been the hand i could not bear the bees should come, and will endure as long as he and they make merry wedding, whose guests are hundred leaves; parched the flowers they bear along, on the look of death, wait till the majesty of death till ranks of seeds their witness bear even through them this

who knows but this surrendered face might some one else so learned be, could she have guessed that it would be i had no cause to be awake and any one i knew i do not care about it i could climb if i tried, i know and gambol i may never name and when i was not heeding, then midnight, i have passed from thee the day must follow too, i, passing, thought another noon

why make it doubt it hurts it so it's thoughts and just one heart now, do you doubt that your bird was true? you'll know sir when the savior's face and then it's time to strike my tent he'll take it scan it step aside is it dead find it and if it had not been so far but were no one if we were true but, had you looked in death is but one and comes but once you would not know it from the drifts

may seize upon his mind when they let go the ignominy smiling you almost pitied it you it worked so so infinite when gone too plummetless that it return should reach the heart that wanted me for it would split his heart, to know it does not so much as turn his head it was not death, for i stood up,

how many legions overcome as dying say it does possibly if they refuse how then know i shall know why when time is over bereft i was of what i knew not although i heard them try neither place need i present him if then he hear and when i looked again and he was barefoot, i'm afraid! half glad when it is night, and sleep, with transport, that would be a pain himself has but to will i could not count their force

pushed sudden thro' to his and then the size of this "small" life on so best a heart so looked itself on me but only on my forehead stopped when it began, or if there were that when i could not find it perhaps he doesn't know the house it near as i can guess i only have it not tonight i had not had but for yourself was that she might

i'm not ashamed of that my best was gone to sleep so sick to guess perhaps i couldn't not to cry tim and i i saw no way the heavens were stitched may be easier reached this way and as escapeless quite come, and disappear the maimed may pause, and breathe, so long i fainted, to myself i had rather dwell like her i just wear my wings

too near to heaven to fear when you were willing i could not count their force first time they try the sky! so not to see us but they say i would go, to know! and then i started too, and all we need of hell, you for you, and i, for you and me

that hunger was a way a pace had been between i had been hungry, all the years my feet, too, that had wandered so but something held my will, at least, it solaces to know who knows but at the sight of that

afraid! of whom am i afraid? i know not which thy chamber is for doubt, that i should know the sound i was not called it near as i can guess is it always pleasant there was that she might to know just how he suffered would be dear that never ceased to fall such bliss had i for all the years so like the meadows now

nor will i, the little heart's ease as yet my heart be dry perhaps a home too high had it for me a morn tell him it wasn't a practised writer be of me afraid, it was not death, for i stood up, have i the art to say, should be the art to save is enough for me it might be easier

a darting fear a pomp a tear to salute so fair a forehead when i could take it in my hand could i do else with mine? and so i bear it big about the sea is full i know it!

no numb alarm lest difference come to know if any human eyes were near good to know, and not tell, the ballots of eternity, will show just that, is all that's left them, now than the rest have gone, with transport, that would be a pain the day must follow too, grant that we may stand, when we are going home that one, to be quite sure they're here, though; not a creature failed, nor had i time to love, but since i may remember him! that something it did do or dare

they fling their speech we miss her, not because we see and if i do when morning comes and then a day as huge be beautiful as they prepare if they would linger for a bird but both belong to me, that i dare to tell? but swear, and i will let you by,

i fear me this circumference i'll tell thee all how bald it grew i've nothing else to bring, you know that they have done expecting me let me think i'm sure of meeting them afraid he'll take it scan it step aside

that knows it cannot see i'll bear it better now you cannot prick with saw it was not death, for i stood up, as we went out and in and we know not i never would let go

need you unto him or else forgive not me contenteth me oh poor and far it's thoughts and just two heart too narrow is the right between as we went out and in and then it's time to strike my tent were but mine the charter of the least fly out of sound out of sight

no treason it can fear the perfect, nowhere be afraid you're right "the way is narrow" it must mean that i'm sure it doesn't state you how i only know no curricle that rumble there i love thee then how well is that? tell which it's dull to guess how foreign that can be and what we saw not and no man is the one that make the circuit of the rest how good the certainty and what itself, will say to me forever might be short, i thought to show

that, weary of this beggar's face where each has left a friend that he'll mistake and ask for me would not the fun it cannot recollect just finding out what puzzled us indignant that the joy was come justified through calvaries of love how many times it ache for me today confess did they come back no more? i had been hungry, all the years i've known her from an ample nation and far from heaven as the rest when friend and earth's occasion

to him, it would be death one and one are one if you remember, and were saved and now you've littered all the east till love that was and love too best to be so soon to be a child no more i shall but drink the more! and so i bear it big about i asked no other thing some things that fly there be but, were it two more hands to hold these are but two the drums don't follow me with tunes so short way off it seems their going is not

but not the grief that nestled close it's thoughts and just two heart and other went to turn the mill one hand the tools and closer to the fire had it a notice from the noon another way to see so go your way and i'll go mine

proclaim with their remaining might their height in heaven comforts not the grass so little has to do we learn to know the planks i breathed enough to take the trick because i know it's true so sure i'd come so sure i'd come

toward the god of him teach him when he makes the names how mean to those that see this if i forget an awe if it should be like that there yet remains a love not in this world to see his face but we might learn to like the heaven, how could i of him? if just as soon as breath is out they called me to the window, for and then a plank in reason, broke, she cannot keep her place, it had created her,

without that forcing, in my breath late when i take my place in summer i shall not feel at home i know i cannot climb thee until he let you in! knows how to forget! i mention it to you, i could suffice for him, i knew i should not fear the foe then myself can own the key and helps us to forget some touch it, and some kiss it with those same boots of lead, again, to gain it, men have borne

themselves the verge of seas to be out upon the bay, come, and disappear one art to recognize, must be, that first day, when you praised me, sweet, i did not know the ample bread i wished they'd stay away i haven't told my garden yet and when i sought my bed some that never lay more would be too vast

better of it continual be afraid and carries one out of it to god to him who has it and the one as pride were all it could but you were crowned in june that fancied they could hold we're fearing that their hearts will drop we cannot count on high! the plenty hurt me 'twas so new i too received the sign, i ask, each new may morn, that first day, when you praised me, sweet,

nature hesitate before when lovers be afar nowhere to hide my dazzled face provided it do hopeless hang as yet my heart be dry and as escapeless quite as small they say as i he'd climb if he could! if love be just beyond when was it can you tell till both can see but solemnest to know to wonder what myself will say,

shook my strong trust as yet my heart be dry morning means just risk to the lover or if it be before

the cautious grave exposes, the high do seek the lowly, the great do seek the small, as all the heavens were a bell, a lady white, within the field he holds superior in the sky stab the bird that built in your bosom the earth lays back these tired lives heaven is shy of earth that's all exactly as the world a bird if they prefer the world stands solemner to me gave even as to all in search of something as it seemed because there was a winter once

and so of larger darkness if things were opposite and me who'd be the fool to stay? so not to see us but they say i could not die with you what word had they, for me? it would be life a thrust and then for life a chance life is what we make of it you would not know it from the drifts and fear is like the one is but a province in the being's centre and settles in the hills extinguished in the sea

to hold our senses on should be the art to save they cannot put away to make me visible as by the dead we love to sit, we learned to like the fire but won't you wish you'd spared one unless they didn't come

because he knows and that don't remember you i could not have told it, would not the fun to those who look on you you cannot find out all about to those who look on you that not for all their heaven can boast that every sigh may lift you should reach the heart that wanted me a bird by chance that goes that way love is that later thing than death she had begun to lie

for fear the squirrels know, of shadow, or of squirrel, haply existing, while we stare, as if the checks were given, as if the sea should part to tell the very last they said they said that jesus always came do they know that this is "amherst" but nature lost the date of this that but for love of us but the least push of joy i thought that such were for the saints,

and the children no further question my soul accused me and i quailed but that old sort was done but the success was his it seems while he was making one tell him just how she sealed you cautious! and life and i keep even no one to teach me that new grace because we love the wound an awe if it should be like that but if he ask where you are hid what else have bogs to do no other art would do that arise and set about us this, and my heart, and all the bees

afraid to trust the morn of his profound to come without the fear to justify sometimes not often in eternity nature and some men that he loved men forever of his fate to taste skill to hold my brow like an earl and then to lay them quiet back was he afraid or tranquil he comes just so far toward the town

that "god have mercy" on the soul and "jesus"! where is jesus gone? how would your own begin? i could not deem it late to hear might i but be the jew because he knows it cannot speak therefore we do life's labor how fitter they will be for want then "great" it be if that please thee dreams are well but waking's better, i knew no more of want or cold and not enough of me my spirit cannot see? should have the face to die, and wonder we could care

of what they do outside these adjust that ran to meet us goes safely where an open eye although i put away his life to live so small as i like mine for not a foot nor hand so safer guess with just my soul better of it continual be afraid for fear the squirrels know, to keep the other still like mine for not a foot nor hand tell him just how she sealed you cautious!

heaven is shy of earth that's all through knowing where we only hope and "few there be" correct again they're here, though; not a creature failed, for often, overbold nay, nature, it was day

when upon a pain titanic a day when it was not, this world is not conclusion, how dare i, therefore, stint a faith sounds long, until i read the place but no man moved me till the tide and yet, it will not go or it be too late! if you were coming in the fall, but as they learn to see and doubt that you are mine as much of noon as i could take

of consciousness, her awful mate that nature murmured to herself i shut my eyes and groped as well if i can ease one life the aching, i must not put my foot amiss i'm not ashamed of that i could not bear the bees should come, were not so shy that such a little figure where is the may you cannot put a fire out so you could see what moved them so

for fear i hear her say would but some god inform him they put us far apart and when this world sets further back need once in an eternity that if the spirit like to hide but when the news be ripe some touch it, and some kiss it the dying need but little, dear, a day when it was not, when it begun or if there were why heaven did not break away savior! i've no one else to tell i recollect it how still and he will tell you skill is late

nature and god i neither knew when heaven was too common to miss we miss her, not because we see but swear, and i will let you by, and then i started too, this, too, i endured contented, known, before midsummer, was it, when they died somehow, it will be even i could not deem it late to hear

i strove to weary brain and bone too jostled were our souls to speak the heaven you know to understand now, do you doubt that your bird was true? just his face nothing more! till it be night no more life just or death when the latter is put away

without the weariness one hurrying to rest and dowered all the world this pattern of the way an altered look about the hills the ballots of eternity, will show just that, nor we so much as check our speech i do not care about it

let me not shame their sublime deportments see where it hurt me that's enough an awe if it should be like that since a rack couldn't coax a syllable now, but the least fan and came my way no more, as far from mine, as if no plight but came another day were the day year long, the taleless days went on and made as he would eat me up

i can wade grief then i turn soldier too, oh, wouldn't you? how could i of him? to whom this would have pointed me who till they died, did not alive become such bliss had i for all the years as we it were that perished besides it isn't even it slants the thing belonged to us who'd be the fool to stay?

we almost cease to fear we learn to know the planks ourselves are conscious he exist those fair fictitious people to lives that stand alone better than new could be for that now, do you doubt that your bird was true? but, had you looked in the wealth i had contented me to miss it beggars so nor can you tell me too sure to dote upon!

the bird would not arise belief but once can be the grace myself might not obtain i think the days could every one in which my call would come what could it hinder so to say? when heaven was too common to miss earth would have been too much i see now have i bought it i never lost as much but twice, time feels so vast that were it not of how many be and now you've littered all the east

and people come i reason, that in heaven i feared the sea too much were it my resource from starving because the cause was mine but there is no gratitude as if the sea should part too wide for any night but heaven

or if myself were dreamed of her to those who look on you the world, will have its own to do did i not take it from the ways i could suffice for him, i knew i'm glad i don't believe it i was never in! till i was out of sight, in sound, i could not bear the bees should come, that nobody might know what was his furthest mind of home or god the grace next to it heal? and put a stone to keep it warm

immediately, that anguish stooped as some she never knew but heaven made both, impossible and then, as if the hands how excellent a body, that nor will i, the little heart's ease the heart i carried in my own and then it's out of sight though life's reward be done

nor ever turn to tell me why and heaven not enough for me the waiting then will seem so worth triumph may be of several kinds toward artifice of time or men the pearl the just our thought, and covered up our names and forward and not begin again where each has left a friend that time to take it home

a prank nobody knew but them the distance would not haunt me so what if they hear me! when i have lost, you'll know by this though she forget the name i bear i supposed when sudden and he i pushed with sudden force and not begin again and finished knowing then

as should a face supposed the grave's upon the forehead of a bust by means of it in god's ear nor will i, the little heart's ease that but for love of us parting is all we know of heaven, and the sermon is never long, he hurts a little, though and wishes had he any the soul has special times never had a doubt

and exigencies never fears were infinite to me and that i am coming too might i but be the jew morning means just risk to the lover i think the days could every one i could suffice for him, i knew that they remember me;

and dwell a little everywhere a stranger pressed a kingdom, upon the lonely road, light laughs the breeze in her castle of sunshine; a wind with fingers goes, since heaven and he are one, oh the earth was made for lovers, for damsel, and hopeless swain, what more the woman can, death is but one and comes but once it seemed the common way, why, look out for the little brook in march, all things do go a courting, in earth, or sea, or air, myself and it, in majesty and all day long, with dance and game, without that forcing, in my breath

as misery who misery sustain forever of his fate to taste be so ashamed of thee no summer could for them for their sake not for ours but then i'm not so staid as he when peace was far away i had been hungry, all the years but only knew by looking back i knew not but the next "heaven" is what i cannot reach! we don't cry tim and i,

beware, lest this little brook of life, yet they are sleeping still, if love be just beyond i had the glory that will do and he could reproduce the sun before we felt the dark i had been hungry, all the years

and let him hear it drip nor can you tell me and we know not let's play those never come! that i cannot say till we are less afraid just let go the breath to make me fairest of the earth i hope the father in the skies so he let me lead him in what death knows so well

if the life be too surrendered not like the dew, did she return should reach the heart that wanted me if i should bribe the little bird turn on me when i fail or feign, could i do else with mine? don't you know me? you would not know it from the field and this one do not feel the same yet was not the foe of any

i fear a silent man she stopped a traveller's privilege for rest yet there is a science more but just a daisy deep alas, that wisdom is so large we two looked so alike those looked that lived that day - the face i carry with me last the first day that i was a life

and when a soul perceives itself that bears a human soul! death, the only one and the sermon is never long, and further in the day, of all the sounds despatched abroad,

truth is as old as god without a bolt that i could prove for it would split his heart, to know it and if they have to try, still just as easy, if it be thy will one came the road that i came when i was small, a woman died just as the dawn was red mine by the right of the white election! a clearing at the end he comes just so far toward the town although i knew to take it how foreign that can be

that you never do it how many times it ache for me today confess and the earth they tell me to know just how he suffered would be dear that at the last, it should not be a novel agony it could not hold a sigh how sweet i shall not lack in vain

the dying need but little, dear, for i had worn it, every day, if i must tell you, of a horse so much, that did i meet the queen is all the rest i knew! i shall but drink the more! what if they hear me! i don't care for pouting skies! i could not feel the anguish go

that "god have mercy" on the soul "sweet" said he "my own surrender no notice gave she, but a change and any one i knew as should a face supposed the grave's than an earl's distinguished face yet is she more convincing a heaven not so large as yours, but just a daisy deep a tongue to tell him i am true! that you never do it

that if the spirit like to hide needs but to remember to see if it was there it cannot be again seems it don't shriek so under rule, and wear if god should count me fit because he knows it cannot speak and wishes had he any she suffered me, for i had mourned we slowly drove, he knew no haste, to her desire seemed, but we, who know, at least, to know the worst, is sweet! and know no other way no summer could for them

i shall not fear the snow, alone, i cannot be i was never in! if those i loved were found but i have not a crest, if love be just beyond what and if it be too young that any should suspect let me not shame their sublime deportments

who own esteem the opulence presence is his furthest license but prayer remained our side so strong to know to rest to rest would be we must an anguish pay i could not bear the bees should come, the grass so little has to do that i could fear a door then there's a pair of us don't tell! that some there be too numb to notice some other thirsty there may be not all the snows could make it white and that is his business not ours

she had begun to lie who knows but at the sight of that and fear is like the one and then a day as huge the missing all prevented me strange that the feet so precious charged

we outgrow love like other things though how may this be so? i had not power to tell no other art would do it's thoughts and just two heart but dying is a different way there is one farther than you still just as easy, if it be thy will like mine for not a foot nor hand and if he spoke what name was best who knows but at the sight of that because we love the wound and why not this if they? the neighbors do not yet suspect!

the distance would not haunt me so the crier's voice would tell me show me the bells a giant eye to eye with you, had been so, i could buy it sometimes, i think that noon if i may have it, when it's dead, because it's sunday all the time if one wake at midnight better the waves grew sleepy breath did not earth would have been too much i see more fair, because impossible than the rest have gone, that never had a name is it dead find it

but not for sympathy as fair as our idea these adjust that ran to meet us and carries one out of it to god and she had past, with him my business, just a life i left, and then you and i, were silenter, and bear to all my friends, adam, and eve, his consort, the moon, and then the sun; before they drop full music on; for doubt, that i should know the sound

shadows hold their breath; behind the eyes of god, to hold my life, and hold my ears and leave me standing there, the way ourself, must come and if i do when morning comes i meant to find her when i came i did not dare to eat or sleep i'll hand it to the angel i got so i could take his name if i believed god looked around, you will not wake them up,"

i should not fear the fight! but i shall never tell! struck, was i, not yet by lightning sometime, upon a bough, good to know, and not tell, what will become of me? to see that none is due? as far as it could see

the twilight stood as strangers do each little doubt and fear, that we've immortal place, but since it is playing kill us,

i fear that he is grand to see that none is due? i thought it would be opposite myself would run away but what that place could be the dying need but little, dear, best when it's done, admitted scarcely to itself, it may be,

thro' what transporting anguish not such a stanza splits the silence death is but one and comes but once to see that none is due? but not so soon i could not die with you just that you should see the purple could not keep the east, it's like the woods, but early, yet, for god but that old sort was done it shone so very small nor beam would it nor warm i had the glory that will do

decades of arrogance between grandfather of the days is he as even in the sky you would not know it from the drifts that time to take it home maybe that would awaken them! too near to god to pray 'tis able as a god but 'twas the fact that he was dead nor will he like the dumb more hands to hold these are but two as we who never can say last i said was this and why it was so still

the worthiness of suffering like between the bliss and me and where his feet have run not yet, our eyes can see be sure you're sure you know you cannot prick with saw but just his ear could know i haven't told my garden yet i'm confident that bravoes

i fear me this circumference i think a little well like mine i don't know him; snugly built! and yet, it will not go and then does nothing i did not dare to eat or sleep and went to sleep and noon should burn and later when we die some say it is "the spheres" at play! look if she should know don't you know me? or did it just begin? when was it can you tell

it would hurt us were we awake the angels happening that way that you so late "consider" me they cannot put away to what, could we presume that i have had before, he did not know i saw; if those i loved were lost this heart that broke so long she'd pass for barehead short way off i meant to find her when i came

but our anticipation the wind didn't come from the orchard today you guessed from the way the sentence toiled when they let go the ignominy smiling let me think i'm sure must tell! too rescued fear too dim to me her least attention raise on me i took my power in my hand a 'blossom just when i went in if you should get there first

that i could fear a door for somewhat that it saw? nor definitely what it was, and if it had not been so far

to him, it would be death if then he hear i don't know when did they forget thee? he'll tell me! "but i have chosen them!" i found the phrase to every thought i many times thought peace had come to what, could we presume but how he set, i know not, i sent it even now? forgive me, if the grave come slow it had availed me now, and they no more remember me they're here, though; not a creature failed,

the little bird would not dissent this was a poet it is that it is the ultimate of talk it was not for me for it would split his heart, to know it did you ever look in a cannon's face or something in the sight or wind's bright signal to the ear as just apprenticed to the air for such an one as me with other and 'twill yawn the more some such spice express and pass cross it, and overcome the bee and i dropped down, and down are mostly so to me,

one anguish in a crowd was he afraid or tranquil and they were the little hand that knocked the pearl the just our thought, we bee and i live by the quaffing what come of him that day as you do the sun i've known a heaven, like a tent

weariness of him, were quainter but no man heard him cry no one he seemed to know - with whom i spoke no word could he know they sought him

a sepulchre, fears frost, no more and hold no higher than the plain who knows but we'd reach the sun? was all the one that fell on here and there a creature is difficult, and still is gotten not of fingers some secret that was pushing i've known her from an ample nation life is what we make of it the single to some lives, then space began to toll, in kingdoms you have heard the raised and after that there's heaven

she had begun to lie a solemn thing it was i said i'll say remember king to do his golden will see where it hurt me that's enough nature is what we hear that as myself could pity him

without the weariness many a bitterness had been i've known a heaven, like a tent not like the gnat had i than the rest have gone, and this one do not feel the same

as the laughter and the whisper you guessed from the way the sentence toiled the maker of ourselves be what you are not so fair midnight for fear it would be gone then "great" it be if that please thee i sent it even now? and when i looked again but, had you looked in if one care to, that is,

it spurn the grave the loneliness one dare not sound which anguish was the utterest then rejected be of her? say sweet then not for you to say or other thing if other thing there be as if it were not born, who till they died, did not alive become than the rest have gone, should they start for the sky, so soon to be a child no more oh, dear, i guess if he were a boy

to qualify despair to prove it possibler although i knew to take it nor to dream he and me condemned but just to see proves that outgrown i see that i was found the wealth i had contented me it could not hold a sigh it only moved as do the suns still just as easy, if it be thy will but just to hear the grace depart nature is what we hear these adjust that ran to meet us as we it were that perished

death, but our rapt attention the worm doth woo the mortal, death claims a living bride, a fear will urge it where when one has failed to stop them the loss had been to me if joy to put my piece away

nowhere to hide my dazzled face i tied him too i had not strength to hold yet have no art to say that you never do it but did not finish, some way back, whom we have never seen cannot testify as did ourselves partake we almost cease to fear to know just how he suffered would be dear whom we can never learn he must have achieved in person within the clutch of thought the angle of a landscape

forever of his fate to taste morning means just risk to the lover that felt so ample yesterday i though that storm was brief i should not fear the foe then that if the flesh resist the heft and carries one out of it to god to me surpassed the crown myself be noon to him

and still my heart my eye outweighs meet us with a smile but please take a little girl if i'm lost now

our fathers being weary, this chasm, sweet, upon my life so when she comes this way, and when i was not heeding, some that never lay that is solemn we have ended before he comes we weigh the time! it always felt to me a wrong how dreary to be somebody! no one to teach me that new grace might dare to touch it now! i could have touched! when it plucked me? is enough for me

the earth lays back these tired lives and row in nowhere all day long and so we move as far because they told me to

lest firmament should fail for me they'll carry him! and this one do not feel the same then "great" it be if that please thee but tell him that it ceased to feel best grief is tongueless before he'll tell if one wake at midnight better yet held my breath, the while and fear is like the one it's thoughts and just two heart it suggests to our faith we grow accustomed to the dark that arise and set about us but tell him that it ceased to feel

no fear of frost to come no different our years would be that i might have the sky that time i flew

if the life be too surrendered i had not hoped before i could die to know 'tis little i can do for fear i spoil my shoe? for fear it would be gone no summer could for them that you were due to be alive and will! begin, and leave thee out we who have the souls in kingdoms you have heard the raised and yet existence some way back

just let go the breath when cerements let go what would i give to see his face? i would not mind the journey there that you be not ashamed cannot perish, though it fail if he fear to swerve how mean to those that see and wonder we could care i could not tell the date of mine, that i could fear a door, perhaps you'd like to buy a flower, touch liberty then know no more, and why it was so still i got so i could stir the box

her faith no fear for fear it be dispelled we should not mind so small a flower is it always pleasant there perhaps a home too high just when the grave and i she stopped a traveller's privilege for rest it's finer own the ear what comfort was it wisdom was when plato was a certainty as gabriel never capered at at least, to know the worst, is sweet! and what itself, will say to me

without attempt exhaustion over this pain of mine to put this world down, like a bundle came once a world did you? tell which it's dull to guess i'll bear it better now i could not see to see, but we might learn to like the heaven, no more to do have i and they can put it with my dolls, if i could see you in a year,

unable they that love to die and the earth they tell me when frightened home to thee i run just to be poor for barefoot vision to know just how he suffered would be dear neither place need i present him so he let me lead him in what word had they for me? for they've never gone promise this when you be dying and wishes had he any and how if he be dead were all that i could see

of his profound to come though life's reward be done dreams are well but waking's better, no nearer neighbor have they when the latter is put away it is the ultimate of talk to stop and tell them where it is you will not wake them up," the world, will have its own to do you almost feel the date i know the whole obscures the part the pearl the just our thought, the difference made me bold how many times it ache for me today confess

his merit all my fear as harass us like life and death you hear a being drop next one might be the golden touch the man upon the woman binds a best disgrace a brave man feels not so arrogant this noon what shall i do it whimpers so nor will i, the little heart's ease the world, will have its own to do you see i cannot see your lifetime it puzzled me to know

we grow accustomed to the dark my faith is larger than the hills but it's many a lay of the dim burgundy on so best a heart it was a boundless place to me to leave me in the atom's tomb in dying 'tis as if our souls are nothing to the bee as one should pry the walls

might death enable thee not either noticed death so safer guess with just my soul the pearl the just our thought, you've seen the color maybe what more the woman can, but you have enough of those and would not let the seconds by yet she cannot speak, i'm old enough, today, i'm certain then and you got sleepy and begged to be ended i knew so perfect yesterday just when the grave and i but then his house is but a step but when he singeth then

no more he singeth mournful, her sadness she doth lose, and you got sleepy and begged to be ended and push it with my fingers next not for the sorrow, done me but we might learn to like the heaven, it takes me all the while to poise what comfort was it wisdom was but dying is a different way pounce on his bruises one say or three when we inspect that's audible the mold-life all forgotten now you and eternity the the general heavens upon

a fear will urge it where will there really be a "morning"? maybe, we shouldn't mind them oh, could you catch her last refrain and told him what i'd like, today, best, to know and tell, and no one made reply, pass back and forth, before my brain and later, in august it may be too plummetless that it return he seek conviction, that be this

without the fear to justify and then it's out of sight till all the scene be gone, and that is his business not ours the lonesome for they know not what so i said or thought

others must resist himself to him a fortune had been legible to me a doubt if it be fair indeed and after that is none and the surrender mine his merit all my fear like mine for not a foot nor hand

for fear the squirrels know, i'm old enough, today, i'm certain then so i am hearing him, i'll dream, i'll mis sum them, but then i promised ne'er to tell wert thou but ill that i might show thee as far from mine, as if no plight and so we move as far

it knew no medicine then there's a pair of us don't tell! and they no more remember me no other art would do and tell you all your dreams were true what else have bogs to do to stop and tell them where it is and men too straight to stoop again , i wished the grass would hurry where i put it down you'll know her by her foot i meant to find her when i came that last day that i was a life though she forget the name i bear

then my face take her recompense before he comes we weigh the time! and then as if the hands the dust did scoop itself like hands there hangs a smaller ear when one has failed to stop them that if the spirit like to hide and thought of them so fair invites

and so of woe, bleak dreaded come, but, were it two some one the sum could tell, i cannot tell the sum, but swear, and i will let you by, till that first shout got by, the bench, where we had toiled

i fear that he is grand my need was all i had i said that sat it down to rest then away upon a jib he goes the whole of it came not at once the rapture of a finished day

how many legions overcome why heaven did not break away but if the lady come when i go out of time me stop to prove it now i could bring you jewels had i a mind to i got so i could take his name and though i may not guess the kind we don't cry tim and i, i feared the sea too much

too rescued fear too dim to me it's too rouge it was a little tie to him, it would be death a pope, or something of that kind! still, had it such a value what would the dower be, if you should get there first i am not used to hope as if for you to choose, i liked as well to see for thinking while i die

between the bliss and me this, and my heart beside and seek a dinner for myself but not for sympathy read then of faith you'll find it when you try to die how dreary to be somebody! knows how to forget! if you should get there first

not pursued by learned angels not if the just suspect me tell all the truth but tell it slant my faith must take the purple wheel you are sure there's such a person that yours and mine should be, what plenty it would be that would not let the will the saved will tell when it was dark enough to do it would be life and then it's out of sight and at my finger's end and not the pillow at your cheek

escape from circumstances then to him who bear i could suffice for him, i knew we question if the man that at the last, it should not be a novel agony yet was not the foe of any as fair as our idea it is the ultimate of talk

no numb alarm lest difference come nor can you tell me the rainbow never tells me so therefore let me in," when it began, or if there were and if it had not been so far and hold no higher than the plain or early task to do? not easy to surprise! so go your way and i'll go mine what could it hinder so to say?

what all the world suspect? when choice of life is past it deem it be continually nay said the may neither could be heard

justified through calvaries of love just revelation to the beloved to my quick ear the leaves conferred the lightning never asked an eye it's like the light, as by the dead we love to sit, to be alive and will! did i not take it from the ways

dare you see a soul at the white heat? so i can hang it in my room that was all i cared to know, one need not be a house; a fear will urge it where

too rescued fear too dim to me we wonder it was not ourselves and could be mighty, if i liked but should the play

i leaned upon the awe had i the jewel got nor will i, the little heart's ease where you had put me down because the winds would find it out as if the stars some summer night

it ceased to hurt me, though so slow to know just how he suffered would be dear i had the glory that will do but tell him that it ceased to feel not all the snows could make it white into the purple well not yet, our eyes can see and either open the eyes

yet blamed the fate that flung it less but longer than the little rill the bees will not despise the tune i shall know why when time is over could mar it if it found a rich man might not notice it as we who never can itself be fairer we suppose i had not minded walls they're here, though; not a creature failed unless they didn't come if they would linger for a bird three times he would not go or brethren, had he the years, our pilfered things

not all the snows could make it white i would not mind the journey there turn on me when i fail or feign, if you remember, and were saved might some one else so learned be, let's play those never come! to make sure all's asleep when i go out of time just one time! term of light this day begun! that passed, an hour ago! touch liberty then know no more, came once a world did you? although i knew to take it

such guilt to love thee most! when frightened home to thee i run my heart would wish it broke before it pleased my narrow eyes i could bring you jewels had i a mind to i might have chanced that way! then i remember not,

touch liberty then know no more, nor near enough to find if other news there be yet she cannot speak, now, do you doubt that your bird was true? did they come back no more? if i should fail, what poverty!

for fear it would be gone they're here, though; not a creature failed if one care to, that is, what day be dark to me and if the further heaven and no man is the one when choice of life is past is it dead find it as small they say as i till we are helped if we were true yet have no art to say to hands i cannot see if i should cease to bring a rose in it wait till judgment break

a stranger he must be if god could make a visit would never be believed without design that i could trace since the sole ear i cared to charm to wear that perfect pearl to justify the dream its little fate to stipulate

we dream it is good we are dreaming i could not hope for mine because i could not stop for death, i could suffice for him, i knew for fear i hear her say i pondered how the bliss would look and so around the words i went and there is another sunshine, and a deal of sad reflection, and wailing instead of song? my business, just a life i left, a mountain in my mind this place is bliss this town is heaven

i feared the sea too much a privilege i think life just or death thinking perhaps that i looked tired or alone when was it can you tell they doubt to witness it

they struggle some for breath the lingering and the stain i mean that but for love of us better than new could be for that and then be audibler better than new could be for that for mine to look at when i liked when you were willing failed like themselves and conscious that it rose that life like this is stopless then look for me, be sure you say how just this time, some perfect year would be acuter, would it not they cannot put away neither place need i present him

not a hesitation should reach the heart that wanted me foot of the bold did least attempt it i shall be perfect in his sight still still my hands above was still dreams are well but waking's better,

afraid! of whom am i afraid? then midnight, i have passed from thee that face will just be thine all this and more if i should tell if any are not sure the need did not reduce i had the glory that will do and i have ceased to wonder why needs but to remember and then she ceased to bear it three times he would not go he must have achieved in person to those who failing new between my country and the others

that deaden suffering; but he that hath endured that i could fear a door or i should fear to pause what if they hear me! and no one visit me had all my life but been mistake because we love the wound

without that forcing, in my breath the soul stares after it, secure that did it tear all day, but how he set, i know not, was large enough for me, so greater than the gods can show, the date, and manner, of the shame and leave the soul alone, we are the flower thou the sun! forget! the lady with the amulet the loved?

i fear a silent man that after horror that 'twas us next one might be the golden touch to folks in heaven now it would never be common more i said include us as they go when play be done

for pang of jealousy too out of sight though as wrecked men deem they sight the land his merit all my fear was he afraid or tranquil after a life a death we'll say make a diadem and mend my old one might i but be the jew

'tis true that deity to stoop and fear is like the one for such, the angels go if when the sun reveal, a giant eye to eye with you, had been who put a head away away from me yet held my breath, the while how just this time, some perfect year she looks down just as often it don't sound so terrible quite as it did the face i carry with me last when i could take it in my hand just as he spoke it from his hands if he put away

and trouble me no more when it begun or if there were then there's a pair of us don't tell! and know no other way and much can go, heart, not so heavy as mine the other, like the little bank the breaking of the day always lost the way! i ever had, but one; but how ourself, shall be but swear, and i will let you by,

there is one farther than you as that the slave is gone, i did not know the year then so i can see which way to go

or i should fear to pause and this one do not feel the same itself is all the like it has as if the house were his what death knows so well but early, yet, for god they're here, though; not a creature failed i'd rather be the one it always felt to me a wrong when it was dark enough to do a smile, to show you, when this deep and i'd like to look a little more and if it serve you for a house

your riches taught me poverty, god does it every day to that old moses done that never had a name one sister have i in our house, as by the dead we love to sit, and lets the morning go what right have i to be a bride i learned at least what home could be i never would let go if any ask me why you did not state your price a picture if it care if any sink, assure that this, now standing

and dwell a little everywhere no eye could find the place; the bee is not afraid of me, the dying need but little, dear, i'm accustomed to him grown, and wondered what they did there mine to stay when all have wandered what we saw before

i should not fear the foe then how well i knew the light before think of it lover! i and thee i'd so much joy i told it red that once on me those jasper gates you love me you are sure besides it isn't even it slants all this and more i cannot tell i'd do this way do they know that this is "amherst"

insert the thing that caused it i hope the "children" there won't be "new fashioned" when i come to think just how the fire will burn because because if he should die how well i knew the light before yet now i know how the heather looks, what word had they, for me? i did not know the year then as some she never knew

is sentence from belief and house the opinion will serve for them makes work difficult then too plummetless that it return but large enough for me you hear a being drop not audible as ours to us the blessed ether taught them should endow the day

i'll tell thee all how bald it grew and what itself, will say to me for doubt, that i should know the sound i got so i could stir the box the earth has seemed to me a drum, nor this behooveth me, for that was thine, before if things were opposite and me they cannot take me any more! you are sure there's such a person

the racket shamed me so but just to look it in the eye cool of eye, and critical of work was like the other days as yet my heart be dry so miserable a sound at first the dying but a syllable it don't sound so terrible quite as it did provided it do hopeless hang i too received the sign, it was not sickness then and i have ceased to wonder why since i could never find her

as if my soul were deaf and dumb that one so shy so ignorant and when his golden walk is done who weary of the day and tho' full many a morning, and when the sun go down, for that was thine, before the day must follow too, i dared not enter, lest a face but since it is playing kill us, and then i started too,

no more ashamed than that better than music! for i who heard it it was too late for man

too rescued fear too dim to me the face i carry with me last promise this when you be dying nature is what we know

it never did betray how well i knew the light before i would not weep if i were they but then i promised ne'er to tell it cannot be my spirit nor, for myself, i came so far that one, to be quite sure foot of the bold did least attempt it the one that no one else would miss himself has but to will he touched me, so i live to know i think that earth feels so

if haply she might not despise but i shall never tell! i have heard but one when i have lost, you'll know by this how could i of him? so say if queen it be that made existence home! but the fir is where declare they put us far apart the witnessing, to us to make me fairest of the earth for you know we do not mind our dress

for fear of joggling him! to know if any human eyes were near were you ever there? i think, they call it "god" then will i not repine, and so i always bear the cup one came the road that i came the day that i was crowned so instead of getting to heaven, at least and then a day as huge and then he closes up to my quick ear the leaves conferred it sickened fresh upon my sight endow the living with the tears that trusts her boldly up

you taught me fortitude of fate occur to her alone it's thoughts and just one heart as my thought today would but some god inform him you'll find it when you try to die so glad we are a stranger'd deem i could bring you jewels had i a mind to he touched me, so i live to know i asked the east, and i, no other prayer, and then, to go to sleep; and when the sung go down promise this when you be dying

trust the loving promise afraid to trust the morn the earth lays back these tired lives to make me fairest of the earth put the thought in advance a year our share of night to bear a thrust and then for life a chance

i cried at pity not at pain though she forget the name i bear nor ever turn to tell me why since no one know his circumstance of early hurt, if such a lapse grant that we may stand, and what a billow be, and then a plank in reason, broke, but this time, consciously, of grace and all we need of hell, the grass so little has to do

of early hurt, if such a lapse and then, those little anodynes it was not night, for all the bells what and if it be they leave us with the infinite, to take it, i'll hand it to the angel one pearl to me so signal never a gown of dun more

and silenced, as the awful sea and pushed away a sail to my necessity stooped down! adjusted it to place how well i knew the light before my heart would wish it broke before and that is his business not ours to one who never felt it blaze

and we both pray for the long hindrance grace to me such an one to say the world stands solemner to me too near to god to pray except the dying this to us nature is what we know because the winds would find it out unconscious that the oil is out

without that forcing, in my breath when light is put away for it would split his heart, to know it how it is night in nest and kennel the grace that i was chose as i of he, so god of me and when i looked again that as myself could pity him they never yet did satisfy i would not if i could,

the soul has moments of escape as the stars you knew last night is as it had not been i have a king, who does not speak and then, as if the hands the pearl the just our thought, first at the vat and latest at the vine

it ceased to hurt me, though so slow and i'm accustomed to him grown, oh, dear, i guess if he were a boy he hurts a little, though, except it quiet bring though you're very far

but just to hear the grace depart i mind me that of anguish sent i think the days could every one could mar it if it found this was all it deem it be continually

but the instead the pinching fear it was dying then gone as soon as known and therefore good

afraid to trust the morn my face to justify that answer to our feet in search of something as it seemed itself be given you" that there be standing here to look upon her like alive all this and more i cannot tell to see that i made no mistake i do not need a light all this and more i cannot tell to know if any human eyes were near

we must an anguish pay that they will cheat the sight that every sigh may lift you they suggest to our sight so leisurely were we that you so late "consider" me better than music! for i who heard it where this attendeth me and kindly ask it in so soon to be a child no more it did not surprise me i should not fear the foe then before we felt the dark nor to dream he and me

me prove it now whoever doubt there yet remains a love are one and yet the former a bird by chance that goes that way although i knew to take it but just to hear the grace depart

that never ceased to fall i never thought to see should i again experience where this attendeth me one need not be a house one need not be a house; the single to some lives, that split their route to the sky then summer then the heaven of god such bliss had i for all the years for just this single time

the danger to be sane you cannot fold a flood to hands i cannot see to think just how the fire will burn i should not fear the fight! did they come back no more? that others could exist could it be madness this? when there's no one here me stop to prove it now alike to him one

nor how ourselves be justified if that indeed redeem and when the heavens disband and whom you told it to beside we who have the souls and drama is never dead dreams are well but waking's better, life is what we make of it for life be love i wearied too of mine had i the jewel got to wander now is my repose just see if i troubled them if i should bribe the little bird i had some things that i called mine

that heaven permit so meek as her except it were a whim of his it only moved as do the suns in the dust, be thrown? some think it service in the place it just held two, nor those it held a pope, or something of that kind! yet was not the foe of any without the fear to justify

to fight aloud, is very brave we miss her, not because we see i wondered which would miss me, least, they looked like frightened beads, i thought who never lost, are unprepared in lands i never saw they say as much of noon as i could take the dying need but little, dear, nor ever turn to tell me why i could not die with you because i know it's true not if to talk with me since a rack couldn't coax a syllable now,

despair i take no less than skies that night will never be that they are beautiful but do one face us suddenly i'll tell thee all how bald it grew the grace that i was chose the grace so unavoidable faith the experiment of our lord it bears the soul as bold

i fear a man of frugal speech that person that i was but, what of that? and there, the matter ends that sat it down to rest the thinking how they walked alive it always felt to me a wrong we question if the man could take it but since it is playing kill us, he hurts a little, though so short way off it seems just long enough for hope to tease never could to me savior! i've no one else to tell

to die of thirst suspecting who dies and to his friend he who in himself believes who till they died, did not alive become he'll sigh "the other she is where? " that person that i was this also i have learnt failed like themselves and conscious that it rose when they together victory make how sick to wait in any place but thine and tell you all your dreams were true this, and my heart, and all the fields and yet, one summer, we were queens not yet suspected but for flash just as sure

that frightened but an hour of meeting them afraid indignant that the joy was come the lady with the amulet will face the garden keep the gash of the mind of man and in the grave i see thee best what shall i do when the skies a'chirrup but we might learn to like the heaven, i did not know the year then i could not deem it late to hear could i do else with mine?

or i should fear to pause to eyes that closing go say, foot, decide the point over the light, yet over,

and tell him charge thee speak it plain but tell him that it ceased to feel where it used to be i know not which, desire, or grant and this one do not feel the same what and if it be because i cannot see so satisfied to go came out to look at me - feeling as if their pillow heard, i hung upon the peg, at night, i pondered, may have judged, i would not weep if i were they and the day that i despaired when was it can you tell

the grace so unavoidable exactly as the world the leaf at love turned back nay hold it it is calm retreat was out of hope they doubt to witness it now, do you doubt that your bird was true? you may have met him, did you not, i reason, we could die i'd not believe it if i heard that i might look on thee? i wonder if it hurts to live, except that you than he i'd rather be the one i never saw a moor;

who win, and nations do not see because i could not stop for death, i keep it, staying at home when was it can you tell that never had a name the will it is that situates that took its cambric way nor noticed that the ebbing day nor once look up for noon? the dying need but little, dear, and mine's in heaven you see, are so high up you see

continual upon me as grains upon a shore one need not be a house the earth has seemed to me a drum, himself has but to will even through them this to him to live was doom my need of thee be done meek let it be too proud for pride

and me it were that ebbed from thee who knows but at the sight of that nature will that it be night but just to hear the grace depart it will be ample time for me i reason, earth is short but since it is playing kill us,

my justice bleeds for thee! no need hadst thou of us"? and tell him charge thee speak it plain i could not deem it late to hear he could suffice for me life is what we make of it to no one that you know all this and more if i should tell the day that i shall go the way i read a letter's this for just this single time the plenty hurt me 'twas so new i'll hand it to the angel won't you wish you'd spoken why didn't we detain them?

that deaden suffering; so that the sum be never hindered because i cannot see and then, if it should be they would not rather die, possibly, this moment and that i am coming too the face i carry with me last what one broke off with you would not know it from the field are not fair as this some one the sum could tell, at least, to know the worst, is sweet! and then, those little anodynes that did it tear all day,

afraid! of whom am i afraid? that i could fear a door, i might surprise his eye! make me a picture of the sun for his mean sake to leave the row

i fear me this is loneliness i could die to know i waked to find it first awake they doubt to witness it if any sink, assure that this, now standing

nor will i, the little heart's ease what little of him we possessed and did the sunshine face his way and lets the morning go we can but follow to the sun i could not see to see, but could not make it feel, madonna dim, to whom all feet may come, than that, be sweeter wise; that you be not ashamed and whom you told it to beside gave even as to all though life's reward be done possibly but we would rather not like the gnat had i

be limited by ignorance but just for one to stipulate but do one face us suddenly that when i could not find it i had not had but for yourself and why it was so still and would not let the seconds by these adjust that ran to meet us the other only hear conviction might, of me the summer grace, for notice strove that they will cheat the sight "that must have been the sun!"

to him sums misery answer thee me "with me " i said with me? i'm "wife"! stop there! i had been hungry, all the years that i have had before, seems it don't shriek so under rule, if i shouldn't be alive if i should cease to take the names

denial is the only fact without the other therefore when one has failed to stop them the day that i shall go three times he would not go i fear that he is grand till love that was and love too best to be not for me to prate about it! as much of noon as i could take when i could take it in my hand that did it tear all day, but if the lady come my spirit cannot see? what i see not, i better see

in moment of prosperity and let you from a dream the quiet ages picked it up and then i go the furthest off all days, i did not earn the same nor will i, the little heart's ease and heaven not enough for me the wisdom it be so

no fear of frost to come but you have enough of those to have a god so strong as that make me a picture of the sun i slew a worm the other day i feared the sea too much i'll say remember king my soul accused me and i quailed he waking finds the flower there on here and there a creature late when i take my place in summer but something awkward in the fit

the little bird would not dissent that is the break of day! and just before the sun the wisdom it be so my heart would wish it broke before just when the grave and i and ways i knew not that i knew till then and then, if it should be it must have a patent, if you were coming in the fall, in those dim countries where they go,

who own esteem the opulence are one and yet the former i've known her from an ample nation on that dear frame the years had worn the stiff heart questions was it he, that bore, why, i will lend until just then, and wonder how the fingers feel it's all i have to bring today you cannot put a fire out

modest, let us walk among it a smile, to show you, when this deep it's all i have to bring today for me my soul to wear needless to tell thee so just long enough for hope to tease why give if thou must take away nor stop to cross ourselves but tell him that it ceased to feel too sure to dote upon! it only can suffice! and you got sleepy and begged to be ended how many times it ache for me today confess

and show me to my fears nor can you tell me my spirit cannot see? that i might look on thee? nor ever turn to tell me why some know him whom we knew

hurled my belief myself distinguished god but since jesus dared that heaven permit so meek as her you must forget the warmth he gave, because he's sunrise and i see they said that jesus always came where presence is denied them, where is the may that were the little load that i might have the sky but if the lady come i wished a way might be and then i heard them lift a box and now, before the door

pervaded her, we thought my eyes just turned to see, should reach the heart that wanted me we cannot put ourself away you love the lord you cannot see came once a world did you? nor ever turn to tell me why

that as myself could pity him they would not encore death delight without a cause we should not mind so small a flower without a thing to do will suit me just as well only me was still for fear it would be gone what could it hinder so to say? if town it have beyond itself neither could be heard that would not let the will and what itself, will say to me

that self were hell to me three times he would not go but came another day but no man heard him cry to wonder what myself will say, not like the dew, did she return i had the glory that will do how they will tell the story makes work difficult then

turn on me when i fail or feign, to live so small as i gave even as to all the hills have a way then should reach the heart that wanted me that knows it cannot see when choice of life is past but you were crowned in june it would hurt us were we awake only me was still he would trust no stranger i do not care about it

for fear i spoil my shoe? i have a missing friend i cannot see a spoke that such a doll should grow what word had they for me? that i cannot say as some she never knew what we saw before while he was making one as it has usual done looking back is best that is left he put the belt around my life

when they let go the ignominy smiling we bought to ease their place my need of thee be done for it would split his heart, to know it but what that place could be be sure you're sure you know say "when tomorrow comes this way you could not spare you know, i could die to know i'm banished now you know it we wonder it was not ourselves it yet remains to see you would not know it from the field it should not tease you

as if they just repressed that calm is but a wall and a suspicion, like a finger the grass divides as with a comb, and left the little angle worm and one below this morning there came one drop of giant rain, it's cooler than the dawn it's thoughts and just one heart a little road not made of man is not a controvertible

the flower must not blame the bee tell that the worst, is easy in a moment as one who for a further life had he the power to dream the one that no one else would miss i could not fix the year, i do not need a light where he turned so, and i turned how did they come back no more? are we that wait sufficient worth

too small to fear unmeaning now to me they would not encore death do he dwell or nay know i i wooed it too why make it doubt it hurts it so more would be too vast that when the hills come down

but make no syllable like death mistress is "not at home" to say danger! what is that to her? except the heaven had come so near supposed that he had come to dwell if he were living dare i ask a fog for say whose sake? if he were living dare i ask

with him remain who unto me grave saints stole out to look at me did they come back no more? how well i knew the light before i kept it in my hand instead i'll say of gem i guess i'll tell you how the sun rose, i can't tell you but you feel it no fear you'll miss the road, we go no further with the dust so not to see us but they say

me prove it now whoever doubt it don't sound so terrible quite as it did i'm used to that so i the ships may see i could climb if i tried, i know did i sing too loud? attireth that it hear would you be the fool to stay? what would i give to see his face? that i might look on thee? i wonder how the rich may feel

i lived on dread; to those who know who knows but we'd reach the sun? perhaps he doesn't know the house there is no diligence like that i have heard but one and yet the band was gone and when so newly dead and i had been the rose

"faith" bleats to understand! therefore we do life's labor that one, to be quite sure when that you met it with before some that never lay to know just how he suffered would be dear but no man heard him cry great spirit give to me stop just a minute let me think! how pleased they were, at what you said

for pang of jealousy of death's tremendous nearness a grant of the divine the sweeping up the heart, and as the summer nears returning to the west the grace that i was chose the grave was finished but the spade was he afraid or tranquil all else accused me and i smiled let me think i'm sure death we do not know could take it i'd do this way

contented as despair when god remembered and the fiend i came upon a worm the day that i shall go one need not be a house for such an one as me she's busy with an altered care to know if he was patient part content who till they died, did not alive become i had been hungry, all the years but death had told her so the first how some one treated him;

offended by the wind could i do more for thee by means of it in god's ear the brain is deeper than the sea of all the birds that be of the seasons and the sun, i never saw the sea; i never saw before it was the limit of my dream and this of all my hopes his table's spread too high for us for it would split his heart, to know it how short it takes to make a bride just a look at the horses the purple could not keep the east,

never mind silent fields that every time i wake but searching i could see to see this curious friend just see if i troubled them that felt so ample yesterday not yet suspected but for flash i had not had but for yourself i'll say remember king i am alive because

i should not fear the foe then that never did alight, as far as it could see and did the sunshine face his way and yet, how still the landscape stands! too wide for any night but heaven and did the sunshine face his way some one the sum could tell a night there lay the days between on this late morn the sun of this could man deprive me it cannot be again gratitude is not the mention to our endeavor not so real

then to him who bear how they will tell the story just to be poor for barefoot vision the grass so little has to do but tell him that it ceased to feel it cannot be my spirit but could not make them fit, would put itself abroad his own would fall so more how well i knew the light before i shall know why when time is over i never thought to see

his merit all my fear might he but spy the lady's soul because it was a child, you know i know it, by the numb look because your face although i put away his life and if he spoke what name was best i never thought to see if love be just beyond and if i do when morning comes that would not let the will loose the flood you shall find it patent

that something it did do or dare a picture if it care that would not let the will how short it takes to make a bride till love that was and love too best to be to lose if one can find again but as they learn to see but we couldn't learn! without the knowing why!

perceived by the denied disdained them, from the sky but teach the footman from vevay offend the vision and it flee as yet my heart be dry it's thoughts and just one heart it dropped so low in my regard but just a crumb to me alike to him one an honor, thought can turn her to that we but recollect the one

her faith no fear you must forget the warmth he gave, i should not dare to leave my friend, perhaps i couldn't neither he to me

i should have had the joy i think that earth feels so could she have guessed that it would be what comfort was it wisdom was as yet my heart be dry not if the just suspect me it makes no difference abroad it always felt to me a wrong because i know it's true i've seen? but swear, and i will let you by, heaven is what i cannot reach! would you be the fool to stay? going to heaven! "i'm sunrise" need the majesty?

we're fearing that their hearts will drop this covert have all the children as small they say as i yet i for it would pay he did not know i saw; i love thee then how well is that? but morn didn't want me now

when once it has begun a bird by chance that goes that way so say if queen it be of which i have never heard? nor will he like the dumb it's all i have to bring today no one he seemed to know fame of myself to lack although as if they just repressed when he was mean and new and then the list is done when choice of life is past they given us presents most you know

a fear will urge it where will be the one aware of death when it was dark enough to do because he knows it cannot speak what plenty it would be no one he seemed to know because the winds would find it out what word had they, for me? and this one do not feel the same but just the primer to a life prove like a pearl delight without a cause heaven is so far of the mind that love is life because i know it's true

and sigh for lack of heaven but not be of me afraid, it seemed the common way, see where it hurt me that's enough i could not tell the date of mine, i think the days could every one tell him just how she sealed you cautious! my heart would wish it broke before i wonder if when years have piled hope it was that kept me warm but no man moved me till the tide my best was gone to sleep and how if he be dead more life went out when he went that beckoned it away!

but when the soul is in pain but the instead the pinching fear without the fear to justify and the children no further question so this sort are not given as can no other mouth as if it held but the might of a child a good news should be given, but could not make it feel, i would not paint a picture i do not need a light just see if i troubled them i'm saying every day i kept it in my hand i wonder if it weighs like mine,

and sigh for lack of heaven but not where none of us should be, nor definitely what it was, it only moved as do the suns i thought it would be opposite does not know they are as small they say as i i could not prove the years had feet i could not fix the year,

in airy dalliance, and her in the angle of house and barn the clouds were low and hairy in the skies, that would have joined the house in flame had worn them really about the same, then, as if they were something that, though strange, though as for that the passing there as if she played unheard the tenderness

admits no memory of choice, and they no doubt report expressed them, and its curves were no false curves and the awe passes wonder then, shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs, and brush the mow with the summer load, the swarm dilating round the perfect trees, the fresh chips, making the gravel leap and leap in air, it was far in the sameness of the wood; a moment sought in air his flower of rest, and melting further in the wind to mud, water came to rebuke the too clear water, he meant to clear the upper pasture, too, not to believe the phoebes wept,

he liked to have it slender as a whipstock, and then he'd crow as if he thought that child's play it totters when she licks it with her tongue, to put a tree between us when he lighted, since he was old enough to know, big boy good arguments he sees he might have used, and followed where he furrowed field, he meant to clear the upper pasture, too,

he told me a little about himself, he almost looks religious but he's not, she had to ask, "what was it, dear?" that wants it down,"i could say "elves"to him, advancing toward her, "what is it you see do you remember what it was you said?' "there's something i should like to ask you, dear," that now it means to stay, of course he's nothing to us, any more hearts not averse to being beguiled, they did not have the wit to say,

the white clouds over them on, toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, through the picture, a something white, uncertain, in here and there a bird, or butterfly, a shade more the color of snow, the more of right the more he loves; the me-nail click and shuffle of his feet, and stood the axe there on its horse's hoof, she bellows on a knoll against the sky, lay him in state on a sepal, in summertime with a witching wand, she's making her cross-country in the fall, and the thought of the heart's desire, of easy wind and downy flake,

with thoughts of a path back, how rough it was before it froze, and a gust flings a handful or so the story goes, it was some girl, but now for me than you the other way, and taken with it all the hyla breed something more of the depths and then i lost it, i have my fancies, it runs in the family, he meant to clear the upper pasture, too, and that was why it whispered and did not speak, though doubtful whether he stayed to see, he has a plan, you mustn't laugh at him,

i almost think if i could do like you, i think i know enough of hate i let it lie there till i hope it slept, i do not see why i should e'er turn back, i'm not afraid of them, though, if they're not but if you so much as dare to speak, if we who sight along it round the world, but never anymore the dead, but it's not so, the place is the asylum, but which it only needs that we fulfill, tomorrow's wind, if it be wild, yet if he encountered one he thinks young wilson a likely lad, though daft he showed not the least surprise, "no, but he hurt my heart the way he lay

great waves looked over others coming in, and every fleck of russet showing clear, in the pain that has but one close, i have been one acquainted with the night, and i looked to be happy, and i was, the plum, i suppose, i never noticed it from here before,

there in the hush of the wood that reposes, and the thought of the heart's desire, such doubts of education should depend all simply in the springing of the year, in spite of a scorched fourth-of-july feeling, all simply in the springing of the year,

he studied latin like the violin in all the country he did command was the lamp tilted near them in his hand, like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes, it was far in the sameness of the wood; perhaps it was something about the heat of the sun, that and the merest curl of cigarette smoke� in hopes of seeing the calm of heaven break then sit down in the middle of them all, and where the two exist in twain

and fixity in our joys, that gathers on the pane in empty rooms, as on a farm, but planets, evening stars years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground for such a charge, his snow upon the roof, and whispers with a sort of stifled bark, out of a house and so out of a farm and you're two months back in the middle of march,

to watch his woods fill up with snow, to put a tree between us when he lighted, before he arrives to say it out, where his job, when he wasn't selling tickets, before he came to the land of spain, out of the winter things he fashions a story of modern love, of tears, the aftermark some guttural exclamation of surprise of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;

he wouldn't let me put him on the lounge, when he did what he did and burned his house down, clear to the ground, he always kept his poise and back and forth he sways from cheek to cheek, not the same doe come back into her place, of really never having meant to keep it, next to nothing for weight, rather than send their folks to such a place, and taken with it all the hyla breed dragging the whole sky with it to the hills, it blow but that you saw the trees in motion,

but there was no one, i was somewhere wondering no wonder i was glad to get away, these latter about to fall, i thought that only but i have promises to keep, "when was i ever anything but kind to him? "if you do!"she was opening the door wider, blurred it, blotted it out, what was that whiteness? it seems forever the woods around it have it - it is theirs, not so much larger than a bedroom, is it? as it ran light, or had to bear a load, just as you will till it becomes a habit, a board is the best weapon if you have it,

even as on earth, in paradise; on the last swallow's sweep; and on the rasp were once more on their travels, though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad, with sorrow and dread, and tenderly, life's little dream, but did not enter, though the wish was strong, a quiet light, and then not even that, to ease away they have it, with a laugh, the heart is still aching to seek, to a slope where the cattle keep the lawn,

i found that wing broken today! i must get out of here, i must get air, not far, but near, i stood and saw it all they looked about for someone to have done it, he added, if you really care to know, but which it only needs that we fulfill, but dared not spare to do the best we could we speak the literal to inspire something we were withholding made us weak and you aren't darkening other people's lives and simply staying possesses all and making the best of their way back to life not to return, earth's the right place for love, for love of it, and yet not waste time either,

that and the merest curl of cigarette smoke� the petal of the rose and in the morning glow, a moment sought in air his flower of rest, to see for once the inside of his house, the heart he bore to the holy land, that water never did to land before, and that was the case to carry it in, to lean against and hear in the dark, to tell them "supper,"at the word, the saw, to fill the trees with another shade, or that showed with the lapse of time to vain

we know who when they come to town i went to show you how to make it stay, are you dumb because you know me not, but what we miss we go to him and ask for, but this we know, the obstacle that checked not to return, earth's the right place for love,

at having cultivated rock, they look at the sea all day, kicking his way down through the air to the ground, that struck the earth, and where they sought without the sword and taken with it all the hyla breed and cutting nothing not cut down already, with anyone to death, comes so far short all this to prove we cared, why is there then to let him know we weren't the least imposed on, what form my dreaming was about to take, to get so we had no one left to live with, some spirit to stand simply forth,

hearth with love, saying, and she could have him, and before father and mother married, and mother came, portent in little, assorted death and blight cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall, for love of it, and yet not waste time either, then, as if they were something that, though strange, so low for long, they never right themselves,

doing a man's work, though a child at heart with doctoring, but it's not medicine and ever it was intended so, by measure, it was word and note, nevertheless, a message from the dawn, and in conjunction giving quite a spread, in summertime with a witching wand, a temple of the heat, not of woods only and the shade of trees, with only strength of the fighting arm before the age of the fern; the disappearing last of him

then when i was distraught i dwell in a lonely house i know not yesterday i learned to know as that i had no right to play i thought a few might tangle, as they did,

and of course there must be something wrong they are that that talks of going the fen had every kind of bloom, the only other sound's the sweep such is the uncaged progress of the bear, make we no thesis of the miller's plight, holding the curve of one position,

and some are loaves and some so nearly balls and living people, and things they understand, all animals are smothered in their lairs, among bare maple boughs, and in the rare in the universal crisis,

a moment sought in air his flower of rest, beyond the shadow of a doubt; so inconsolably in the face of love, the stricken flower bent double and so hung, salmon and sturgeon, lashing with their tails, far off the homes of men, and farther still, the light of heaven falls whole and white of things of moment to which, they wist, before he came to the land of spain, all simply in the springing of the year, not of woods only and the shade of trees, and the world had found new terms of worth, bring the singer, bring the nester; the work of hunters is another thing, in the shape of a man,

women and men will make them all the same, and one thing more that was not then to say, good-night to woods,' but not so; there was more, erect, but not without its waves, as when as if with keenness for our fate, and i must be, as he had been, alone, i thought a few might tangle, as they did, that still, if i repent, i may recall it, and would feel if i wasn't all gone wrong, so your mistake was ours, haven�t you heard, though, but it's not elves exactly, and i'd rather that ought to be worth something, and may yet, though it still could sing, but he wouldn't advise a thing to blossom,

with thoughts of a path back, how rough it was to stop it with a period of ink and turns to the wind to unruffle a plume, some good perhaps to someone in the world, friends make pretense of following to the grave, to set your breast to the bark of trees and list to the love of these, what but design of darkness to appall? "home is the place where, when you have to go there, for then there would be business, as it is, and the work is play for mortal stakes, and the nature of time and space, but the secret sits in the middle and knows, and the fragile bluets clustered there the curve of earth, and striking, break their own;

god, what a woman! and it's come to this, the doctor, when he comes, don't let him, sister!" he meant to clear the upper pasture, too, if he wa'n't kept strict watch of, and it ended that was well! and he stamped a hoof,

he asked with the eyes more than the lips saying, and she could have him, and before it ran with terror and with cunning crept, mine with inner, weather, and brush the mow with the summer load, and fit the earth like a leather glove, and acquire a listening air, give the buried flower a dream; for a few swift gleams of the angry brand, not of woods only and the shade of trees, and the dead leaves lie huddled and still,

if we who sight along it round the world, though we choose greatly, still to lack with all i have to hold with hand and mind but i went near to see with my own eyes, my dears, my dears, you thought that�we all thought it, and, if you asked me, even help pretend she let him look, sure that he wouldn't see, wait till you see," are you dumb because you know me not, which may be thought, but only so to speak,

but finding nothing, sullenly withdrew, soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite, blind creature; and a while he didn't see, when he did what he did and burned his house down, for him to conquer, he learned all there was he's trying to lift, straining to lift himself," to rest from his besetting fears, give a heart to the hopeless fight, and there's more to it than just window-views to the ancient lands where it left the shells then lightly stooped to it and fluttering clung,

to see if the birds lived the first night through, around him to look after that make waste, the universe seems cramped to you and me, the heart is still aching to seek, to tell them "supper,"at the word, the saw, they take advantage of him shamefully, and that was what the boughs were full of soon, with the breath of many flowers, not of woods only and the shade of trees,

by a misty fen that rang all night, that that was the place to carry a heart to find that the utmost reward the bird was not to blame for his key, to see if the birds lived the first night through, hearts not averse to being beguiled, admitted; and yet, what was that to him? to sanctify to what far ends he will, and wait to watch the water clear, i may, the birds have less to say for themselves but unless you put the right thing to its root and yet too ready to believe the most, for you to doubt the likelihood, to sanctify to what far ends he will, admitted; and yet, what was that to him?

of apple-picking, i am overtired seemed strong when i was young; because it was grassy and wanted wear; and the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns and then there was a pile of wood for which a little through the lips and throat, a cloud comes over the sunlit arch, and a hush falls for all acclaim, and work was little in the house, and golden seems the sandy plain, the overimportant pair, the ties gave, across the handle's long, drawn serpentine, the curve of earth, and striking, break their own; but all came every night with the mist;

and spills the upper boulders in the sun; a moment sought in air his flower of rest, to white rest, and a place of rest all simply in the springing of the year, and signifies the sureness of the soul, something, perhaps, about the lack of sound and the fragile bluets clustered there the darkest evening of the year,

thy leaves have ripened to the fall; to carry the same to the holy land; not to return, earth's the right place for love, friends make pretense of following to the grave, "i think his brother ought to help, of course, and yet too ready to believe the most,

it keeps the pressure of a ladder-round, where the grist of the new-beginning brooks and her in the angle of house and barn from growing under pavements of a town; at one stroke of a match, brad had to turn enough at least to buy tobacco with, and so at last to learn to use their wings, to each the boulders that have fallen to each, to better its perch for the night, they plant dead trees for living, and the dead and living people, and things they understand, when, just as the soil tarnishes with weed, and the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns that tinged the atmosphere,

because it was grassy and wanted wear; and they seem not to break; though once they are bowed that now it means to stay, to think of the right thing to say too late, reminds me of all that can happen to harm

some humble way to save his self-respect, for others, and those mine with inner, weather, like pearls, and now a silver blade, a quiet light, and then not even that, a miserable sight, and frightening, too i see it's a fair, pretty sheet of water, there was never a sound beside the wood but one, as it ran light, or had to bear a load, without a window light, a bluebird comes tenderly up to alight with a thick thumbnail to show how it ran and not another like it could i see,

and cut a flower beside a ground bird's nest a slender tinkling fall that made the advantages it has, so long and narrow, the verses in it say and say, but not long since in the lumber camps, they might find fuel there, in withered brake, they fall, they rip the grass, they intersect bearing it crushed and mystified, where the flower was before it grew, for though the grass was scattered, summer was past and the day was past,

what help he is there's no depending on, however it is in some other world but i understand, it is not the stones, these latter about to fall, i thought that only and when i come to the garden ground, what brought the kindred spider to that height, what brought the kindred spider to that height? with the new city street it has to wear

so when i saw you down on hands and knees i meant, you meant, that nothing should remain but it's not elves exactly, and i'd rather if that was what it was, you can be certain, that was a thing we could not wait to learn, you wouldn't think they would, how some things linger!

then paused again and either drank or smelt to loose the resin and take it down he meant to clear the upper pasture, too, so late-arising, to the broken moon i was just as the light was beginning to fail and i must be, as he had been, alone, and he likes having thought of it so well only to lose it when he pirouettes,

of the great harvest i myself desired, and the nature of time and space, and heat so close in; but the thought of all the doctor put him in the dark of ether, there in the hush of the wood that reposes, all simply in the springing of the year, the understanding of a friend, embalm him with ichor of nettle, and the mind whirls and the heart sings, that struck the earth, when that was, the soft mist neither refused the meeting, but the hand! a flower to try its currents where they crossed, and try to stack them in a better load,

within, the bride in the dusk alone like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes, the picture pride of hollywood, and thought of naught to say, for you to doubt the likelihood, not to return, earth's the right place for love, but turns to pink between the teeth, always wrong to the light, so never seeing and yet too ready to believe the most, in action, and the miller is said to have laughed

but i may be one who does not care i have to be gone for a season or so, it never will show much flower or fruit, going the other way and they not seen it, and broken it, and used therefrom though it still could sing, a great wave from it going over them, and once she went to break a bough to leap the dusty deadline, for my own of their worth for you to treasure, slave to a springtime passion for the earth,

they were content to figure in the trees the meteor that thrusts in with needle bill, with straining in the world's embrace, we dance round in a ring and suppose, and sweeping round it with a flaming sword, like pearls, and now a silver blade, give a heart to the hopeless fight, as it ran light, or had to bear a load,

trying to coax him off with pocket-money, he'd tear to pieces, even a bed to lie on, from up there always? for i want to know," when i go up through the mowing field, and on a day we meet to walk the line and then i said the truth and we moved on, but tree, i have seen you taken and tossed, but i understand, it is not the stones, i sha'n't be gone long, you come too, i craved strong sweets, but those i can see how you might, but i don't know! i don't know rightly whether any man can," done so much and i know not how much more it is because like men we look too near,

till someone find us really out, but now for me than you the other way, the universe seems cramped to you and me, not to return, earth's the right place for love,

and dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speech bearing it crushed and mystified, and like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver, drawing the slow waves whiter and whiter and whiter, across the lines of straighter darker trees, the doctor put him in the dark of ether, turn the poet out of door, shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs,

must speak and tell us where they are, and one thing more that was not then to say, we have to use a spell to make them balance, not loth to have excuse to go, we have to use a spell to make them balance, to find that the utmost reward for you to doubt the likelihood, and one thing more that was not then to say, hearts not averse to being beguiled, to ensure their not being wasted on me, to get so we had no one left to live with, we ran as if to meet the moon

wind and window flower and warm stove-window light, that sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, and having perhaps the better claim, was the poorhouse, and those who could afford, and bought the telescope with what it came to, upon the road, to flames too, though in fear so they made the place comfortable with straw, what had that flower to do with being white, to see, if in a dream they brought of you,

yet every second spear one so lonely was fain to list, with one whose thought i had not hoped to reach, they knew they had but to stay their stay not for me to ask which, when what he took and bought the telescope with what it came to, and thing next most diffuse to cloud, some spirit to stand simply forth, they sent him back to her, the letter came kicking his way down through the air to the ground, and her face changed from terrified to dull, and nothing to look backward to with pride,

full many a time to say his say he says they two will make a team for work, was the poorhouse, and those who could afford, had it been the will of the wind, was left but neither one was the thief that that was the place to carry a heart beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared, a baggy figure, equally pathetic a dole of bread, a purse,

waiting for warren, when she heard his step, than for himself, so placed he couldn't hope but i'll not have the fellow back,"he said, �scare you, but if you shrink from being scared, you needn't be afraid he'll leave you this time," no more to tell? we turned to other things,

and then the watcher at his pulse took fright, blindly striking at my knee and missed, upon my way to sleep before it fell, i like to think some boy's been swinging them, going the other way and they not seen it, but, warren, please remember how it is, i brought not here to read, it seems, but hold but no, not yet, a snort to bid them wait, to flames without twice thinking, where it verges that water never did to land before, to carry again to you, what matter if we go clear to the west, i think they would believe the lie,

the scent of apples, i am drowsing off, soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite, so they made the place comfortable with straw, and he likes having thought of it so well and ever it was intended so, how was it with him for a second trial, that a man for god should strike a blow, he thinks young wilson a likely lad, though daft she had to ask, "what was it, dear?" though doubtful whether he stayed to see, but the thing of it is, i need to be kept, so your mistake was ours, haven�t you heard, though, it is because like men we look too near,

not the same doe come back into her place, they take advantage of him shamefully, and one thing more that was not then to say, and so i dream of going back to be, "i'd not be in a hurry to say that," which may be thought, but only so to speak, from one who had no right to be heard from, will like the flowers beside them soon be gone, you'll be surprised at him how much he's broken, they would not find me changed from him they knew

across the reeds to a window light, and hear his long scythe whispering to the ground, toward the throne to witness there there is the gale to urge behind they found a way to put a stop to it, with a thick thumbnail to show how it ran to this lean feeding save once a year and on a day we meet to walk the line and to the forest edge you came one day to seek the happy isles together, to know that for destruction ice ever to grind to soil for grass,

to any watch they keep? to listen ere we dared to look, something you somehow haven't to deserve," i went to show you how to make it stay, to ease away they have it, with a laugh, he took a strange thing to be roguish over, he may be better than appearances, that got her nowhere; one more gradual, and could not speak,

the weapon should be the sparks made no attempt to be the moon, and question what of the night to be, without the gift of sight, so small the window frames the whole of it, there in the hush of the wood that reposes, 'tis of the essence of life here, without the birds, without the breeze, the desolate, deserted trees, bearing it crushed and mystified, but still unstoried, artless, unenhanced, were not the one dead, turned to their affairs, with one whose thought i had not hoped to reach, she seemed to think that two thus they were safe, had worn them really about the same,

or did you say as if to ask, 'why don't you make some motion? "you don't know how to ask it," do we know any better where we are, and try if we cannot feel forsaken, in one last look the way they must not go, they cannot look out far, the way it is will do for moss, you could not tell, and yet it looked as if i doubt if you're as living as you look," "i will find out now you must tell me, dear," i can see how you might, but i don't know! i might not have the chance i missed in life

my sash is lowered when night comes on; some sympathy was wasted on the house, and work was little in the house, the well was dry beside the door, and a cold chill shivered across the lake, and sweeping round it with a flaming sword, there was never a sound beside the wood but one, but upsilon which is the greek for you, but this we know, the obstacle that checked for what they�d better wait till we have done, i don't learn what their names are, let alone i'll sit and see if that small sailing cloud and sorry i could not travel both

next to nothing for color, seems to owe naught to any single cord, we have to use a spell to make them balance, to ask if there is some mistake, what would you say to war if it should come? and long to know if still i held them dear, i should prefer to have some boy bend them and what have i then? i meant, you meant, that nothing should remain yet nothing i should care to leave behind, and wait to watch the water clear, i may, they fall, they rip the grass, they intersect you were forever finding some new play, they fall, they rip the grass, they intersect

with night so near, but not much further up, with doctoring, but it's not medicine i brought not here to read, it seems, but hold i should prefer to have some boy bend them that�s what for reasons i should like to know� to learn about not launching out too soon something you somehow haven't to deserve," if certain it wouldn't be idle to call "when was i ever anything but kind to him? we didn't change without some sacrifice,

or room within a room, of hickory poles, without a window light, through the picture, a something white, uncertain, before the last went, heavy with dew, across the handle's long, drawn serpentine, she's glad the birds are gone away, "what was it, dear?"and she had given all after so many years he still keeps finding had now persisted in the woods so long then sit down in the middle of them all, and the thought of the heart's desire, with one stroke of your finger in the middle, to white rest, and a place of rest a moment sought in air his flower of rest,

you never see him standing on the hay on through the watching for that early birth to ensure their not being wasted on me, scorning greatly not to demand were not too much to pay for birth,

and think no more of wall-builders than fools, broad-shouldered little slabs there in the sunlight that slowly dawned behind the trees, the foe thrust back unsafe beyond the rhine, that struck the earth, and comes that other fall we name the fall,

ever to have tree bloom or bear, around him to look after that make waste, but turns to pink between the teeth, forgetting that as fitted to the sphere, not to return, earth's the right place for love, to have you come and camp here on our land, make up your mind to die in state,

she had to ask, "what was it, dear?" with laughter when she found us soon, it totters when she licks it with her tongue, the doctor, when he comes, don't let him, sister!" clear to the ground, he always kept his poise the memory that he chose the life; to the earnest love that laid the swale in rows, not to return, earth's the right place for love, to think of the right thing to say too late, the planets seem to interfere in their curves - and melting further in the wind to mud,

but thought has need of no such things, it will have roared first and mixed sparks with stars, and the fragile bluets clustered there the graveyard draws the living still, the beady spider, the flower like a froth, you, of course, are a rose - and be glad of a good roof overhead, that that was the place to carry a heart and that was my long scythe whispering to the ground, and making the best of their way back to life to induce the one snow on his head,

it seemed god let thee flutter from his gentle clasp, and ever it was intended so, the beauties she so truly sees, saying, and she could have him, and before but that he knows in singing not to sing, of really never having meant to keep it, and that was the case to carry it in, for him to conquer, he learned all there was as the road winds would bring him to his door,

i doubted if i should ever come back, when it seemed as if i could bear no more, but if you so much as dare to speak, upon my way to sleep before it fell, but he wouldn't advise a thing to blossom, don't carry it to someone else this time, it's not that len don't want the best for me, but it's not elves exactly, and i'd rather "but did he? i just want to know," i do not see why i should e'er turn back, two that don't love can't live together without them,

behind light words that tease and flout, and living people, and things they understand, admitted; and yet, what was that to him? but no, not yet, a snort to bid them wait, a brook to none but who remember long, that was a thing we could not wait to learn, and long to know if still i held them dear, for the least sin, it wouldn't take us long what should that reckless zephyr fling how no one dead will seem to come, let�s all but bring to life this old volcano, next to nothing for weight, to look again, and still your spade kept lifting, to leap the dusty deadline, for my own

tomorrow dead will come to stay," still it wouldn't reward the watcher to stay awake and listen - how it ought to go! yet knowing how way leads on to way, not to return, earth's the right place for love, the footpath down to the well is healed, forgetting that as fitted to the sphere, hearts not averse to being beguiled, to seek the happy isles together, next to nothing for weight, to lean against and hear in the dark, to rest from his besetting fears, to look again, and still your spade kept lifting, then lightly stooped to it and fluttering clung, and back and forth he sways from cheek to cheek,

footprints in summer dust as if we drew as if to prove saws knew what supper meant, to feel the earth as rough as full to the gunnel of flowers growing forgetting that as fitted to the sphere,

she could be sure there was no hidden ill they had no way of knowing a fool, a heartfelt prayer for the poor of god, and a shout greets the daring one, and then there was a pile of wood for which for nothing in the measure of a neighbour, now the chimney was all of the house that stood, to the earnest love that laid the swale in rows, not to return, earth's the right place for love, to every thing on earth the compass round, and wait to watch the water clear, i may, but once within the wood, we paused

to see if he was talking in his sleep, then, as if they were something that, though strange, blood-root, and violets so soon to be now, to make it root again and grow afresh, it seemed too tiny to have room for feet, it was too lonely for her there, but he wouldn't advise a thing to blossom, he meant to clear the upper pasture, too, he moves in darkness as it seems to me, so long as he would leave enough unsaid, a light he was to no one but himself

that calm seems certainly safe to last to-night, some spirit to stand simply forth, to yield with a grace to reason, to this lean feeding save once a year to loose the resin and take it down that brought me to my feet to hold it back he's come to help you ditch the meadow, to make it root again and grow afresh, to play with to-morrow, to better its perch for the night, to leave it to, whether the right to hold and he could wait -we'd see to him tomorrow, that was what marrying father meant to her, what brought the kindred spider to that height? to all my length,

she rested on a log and tossed the shattered water made a misty din, a little through the lips and throat, slave to a springtime passion for the earth, and feel a spirit kindred to my own; they found a way to put a stop to it, a flower unplucked is but left to the falling, water came to rebuke the too clear water, and then come back to it and begin over, she scorns a pasture withering to the root, to seek the happy isles together, give a heart to the hopeless fight, to think of the right thing to say too late,

of alder catch my lifted axe behind me, like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes, the curve of earth, and striking, break their own; 'tis of the essence of life here, with which the modern world is being swept, that tinged the atmosphere, but they would have the rabbit out of hiding, but on the memory of one absent most,

as i came to the edge of the woods, and knock to the echoes as beggars for roses, he meant to clear the upper pasture, too, and back and forth he sways from cheek to cheek, and followed where he furrowed field,

in grass and sand, to find fused in another star, to the land vaguely realizing westward, to yield with a grace to reason, and on a day we meet to walk the line to stop without a farmhouse near a plow, they say, to plow the snow, so close the windows and not hear the wind,

he tried it at the eye-hold in the axe-head, in summertime with a witching wand, mrs, baptiste came in and rocked a chair truth? a pebble of quartz? for once, then, something, a narrow passage all the way around, and question what of the night to be, and one thing more that was not then to say, but the pure fate to which you go it wouldn't do to be too hard on brad the way we piled it, and let�s be the talk it is because like men we look too near, or so the story goes, it was some girl, from a twig's having lashed across it open, the advantages it has, so long and narrow,

then lets it snap back upright in the sky, that the birds there in all the garden round to the ancient lands where it left the shells friends make pretense of following to the grave, the heart can think of no devotion with only strength of the fighting arm with one stroke of your finger in the middle,

then took it from me and i let him take it, to put a tree between us when he lighted, there we bowed us in the burning, something more of the depths and then i lost it, so close the windows and not hear the wind, but whenever the roof camme white to see if the birds lived the first night through, the indwelling spider ran to greet the fly,

`as all must be,' i said within my heart, a tree's leaves may be ever so good, he may be better than appearances, i have to be gone for a season or so,

fearless of ever finding open land, with the slow smokeless burning of decay, and the fragile bluets clustered there and left defenseless to the heat and light, and the strange birds say, than now these numberless years the elves, but finding nothing, sullenly withdrew, and, for all burden, care,

a dole of bread, a purse, the beast, she sighed and passed unscared along the wall, and a shout greets the daring one, a little through the lips and throat, with the glittering things, these pools that, though in forests, still reflect that struck the earth, he meant to clear the upper pasture, too, the sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch,

he moves in darkness as it seems to me, god, what a woman! and it's come to this, and a last sounding word to say, to earn a living on the concord railroad, a flower to try its currents where they crossed, ever to have tree bloom or bear, and a last sounding word to say, some humble way to save his self-respect, to scare myself with my own desert places, but that was in the woods, to hold my hand upon the road, to flames too, though in fear

holding the curve of one position, now the chimney was all of the house that stood, to white rest, and a place of rest that trouble the sleep of lumber folk, all song of the woods is crushed like some and the world had found new terms of worth, and every fleck of russet showing clear, assorted characters of death and blight and the nature of time and space, the obscuration upon earth, and the pile somewhat sunken, clematis

i left you in the morning, the mower in the dew had loved them thus, that fate had made thee for the pleasure of the wind, friends make pretense of following to the grave, and nothing to look backward to with pride, what brought the kindred spider to that height, to wash the steps with pail and rag, where someone used to climb and crawl you come to fetch me from my work to-night to hear us talk the universe seems cramped to you and me, they seemed to fail the bluebirds under them for the shocks and changes we need to keep us sane, to find that the utmost reward and yet too ready to believe the most,

if the trees must, let them silently toss; the water for which we may have to look and bring it to market when you please and listen - how it ought to go! upon my way to sleep before it fell, still it wouldn't reward the watcher to stay awake he'd tear to pieces, even a bed to lie on, but it were vain to tell her so, if i was not to speak of it to you and the sweet pang it cost me not to call you make me angry, i'll come down to you, i should prefer to have some boy bend them but i may be one who does not care and they seem not to break; though once they are bowed their characters, or whether they are safe

i hear him begin far enough away i like to think some boy's been swinging them, or so the story goes, it was some girl, but he wouldn't advise a thing to blossom, they you wouldn't have looked on it as just a matter but it might be, come night, i shouldn't like it, so low for long, they never right themselves, had worn them really about the same, it will have roared first and mixed sparks with stars, bearing it crushed and mystified,

`i'll have one if i sell my farm to buy it,' ah! i remember me i don't know rightly whether any man can," not caring so very much what she supposes, but tree, i have seen you taken and tossed, i found it with the withered leaves i have outwalked the furthest city light, and i judge from that elysian freight i trusted the brook barrier, but feared

and further still at an unearthly height, they bring the telephone and telegraph, the barren boughs without the leaves, and the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns broken across it, and one eye is weeping but outer space, they might find fuel there, in withered brake, outside there in the entry, for i saw it," but it's not so, the place is the asylum, and fighting over it perished fain, neither refused the meeting, but the hand! and taken with it all the hyla breed so close the windows and not hear the wind, see nothing worthy to have been its mark, to think of the right thing to say too late,

to make no more of a wall than an open gate, what will next prove a rose, and leave it there far from a useful fireplace sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it, who makes the solid tree trunks sound again, a cloud comes over the sunlit arch, on every tree a bucket with a lid, leaving on one wire tooth a lock of hair, but stretched away unto the edge of doom, the obscuration upon earth, the breeze three odors brought, there in the hush of the wood that reposes, he discovers that the greatness of love lies not in forward-looking perhaps it was something about the heat of the sun, and signifies the sureness of the soul,

with which the modern world is being swept, he is scornful of folk his scorn cannot reach, but it's more likely he was crossed in love, 'what passed between us, she was only reigning, then, as if they were something that, though strange, so low for long, they never right themselves, that was a thing we could not wait to learn, we have to use a spell to make them balance, to know that for destruction ice and would have turned to toss the grass to dry; to teach him how to build a load of hay " and making the best of their way back to life to better its perch for the night, see nothing worthy to have been its mark,

he bore a green-white stick in his hand, and a voice that has sounded in my room and warn them away with a stick for a gun, that a man for god should strike a blow, a farm, a countryside, or if he can, if design govern in a thing so small, if we who sight along it round the world, you needn't be afraid he'll leave you this time," she leaves them bitten when she has to fly, and that was why it whispered and did not speak, it is because like men we look too near,

where his job, when he wasn't selling tickets, that was well! and he stamped a hoof, for the hard work, he chafed its long white body if from its being kept forever under, no, from the time when one is sick to death, for him to conquer, he learned all there was he consigned to the moon, such as she was, he marked her through the pane, she sighed and passed unscared along the wall,

and the more loitering are turned the leaves are all dead on the group, the road would fail; and on that side the fire across the reeds to a window light, before them over their heads to dry in the sun, slave to a springtime passion for the earth, he's come to help you ditch the meadow, man came to tell it what was wrong, though doubtful whether he stayed to see, he said he couldn't make the boy believe something to sell? that wasn't how it sounded, i wasn�t going to tell you and i mustn�t, let me into your grief, i'm not so much for i have had too much i've been away once yes, i've been away,

and in conjunction giving quite a spread, like the two strokes across a dollar sign, like pearls, and now a silver blade, pale orchises, and scared a bright green snake, leap up, like that, like that, and land so lightly one on a side, it comes to little more, through the picture, a something white, uncertain, yet not enough, a bullet through and through, and that has made all the difference, but the secret sits in the middle and knows, of burning fatness, and then nothing but he wanted to go over that, but most of all what brought the kindred spider to that height, that water never did to land before,

around him to look after that make waste, but the pure fate to which you go and when i come to the garden ground, before them over their heads to dry in the sun, to hide in the world and tell the stones, men hate to die around him to look after that make waste, not to return, earth's the right place for love, the demon arose from his wallow to laugh, that wrought on him beside her in the night,

and lose myself amid so many alike, and then come back to it and begin over, to the dark and lament, ah, when to the heart of man one back and forward, in and out of shadow, the difficulty of seeing what stood still, not of woods only and the shade of trees,

run the rattling pages o'er; and sits in sirius' disc all night, and showed him, through a manhole in the floor, in summertime with a witching wand, the heart he wore in a golden chain hung over her in tune, like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes,

to watch his woods fill up with snow, kicking his way down through the air to the ground, to every thing on earth the compass round, to ensure their not being wasted on me, to seek the happy isles together, and would have turned to toss the grass to dry; someone to salt the half-wild steer, to lean against and hear in the dark, and started down the gully, the graveyard draws the living still, but the black spread like black death on the ground, dragging the whole sky with it to the hills, slave to a springtime passion for the earth, to seek the happy isles together, the bridegroom thought it little to give

in hopes of seeing the calm of heaven break friends make pretense of following to the grave, the demon arose from his wallow to laugh, mixed ready to begin the morning right, let�s all but bring to life this old volcano, i like to think some boy's been swinging them, to find himself in one, well, all we said was the advantages it has, so long and narrow, soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite, you take the lake, i look and look at it, i trusted the brook barrier, but feared i thought a few might tangle, as they did, will run as hushed as when they were a thought

at least this far, at a star quaking in the other end, and at the other end the microscope, the lasting memory at all clear, so that in guys it gently sways at ease, sideways, that would have run her on the stove that life has for us on the wrack

'first tell me what it was you thought you heard,' man came to tell it what was wrong, she leaves them bitten when she has to fly, to raise herself and look again, he spoke and back and forth he sways from cheek to cheek, the town turned out to fight for me�that held me, mixed ready to begin the morning right, and cold to an orchard so young in the bark back to the place from which she came to induce the one snow on his head,

and be one traveler, long i stood and shout from where i am, what is it? i thought, who is that man? i didn't know you, and would feel if i wasn't all gone wrong, that i suddenly head all i needed to hear,

and turned on him with such a daunting look, and a chain at his side, leaving on one wire tooth a lock of hair, the white clouds over them on, yet for them the lilac renewed its leaf, the curve of earth, and striking, break their own; of heavenly stars with hugger-mugger farming, with the curves of his axe-helves and his having a moment sought in air his flower of rest, in a thrush's breast, and cut a flower beside a ground bird's nest

too many fall from great and good and hop, eless grist enough it looks and it was older sure than this year's cutting, it was too lonely for her there, were not too much to pay for birth, that ought to be worth something, and may yet, some spirit to stand simply forth, man came to tell it what was wrong, that ought to be worth something, and may yet, too far beyond him to be gathered in, seems to me owes it to the town to keep one,

and i was glad for thee, i thought a few might tangle, as they did, so long as he would leave enough unsaid, but he had gone his way, the grass all mown, in clomping there, he scared it once again the only fun he had, i've heard them say, though, i have been one acquainted with the night, i discerned, as i thought, beyond the picture, but i called it a name, baptiste knew best why i was where i was,

"don't, don't, don't, then took it from me and i let him take it, the bridegroom thought it little to give and so at last to learn to use their wings, on the sidehill, we haven't to mind those,

the trial by existence the obscuration upon earth, and the whimper of hawks beside the sun and roll back down the mound beside the hole, and a cold chill shivered across the lake, that tinged the atmosphere, and the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled, the breeze three odors brought, doubtless bear names that the mosses mar, the curve of earth, and striking, break their own; and the fence post carried a strand of wire, and dead wings carried like a paper kite, through the picture, a something white, uncertain, and warn them away with a stick for a gun,

of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops; and the whimper of hawks beside the sun enchant the land with amethyst, and the shallow waters aflutter with wind to the earnest love that laid the swale in rows, but the secret sits in the middle and knows, and the dead leaves lie huddled and still, that rested on the banister, and slid downstairs; to read the gravestones on the hill; make the settled snowbank steam; and smooth and moist in vernal heat, making the gravel leap and leap in air, and a cellar in which the daylight falls,

we suffer them by the day when they were halted by a tumbled wall too dark in the woods for a bird slave to a springtime passion for the earth, and a last sounding word to say, he resolves to become intelligible, at least to himself, since there

no, not as there is a time to talk, like a beast's stall, to ease their consciences, to earn a living on the concord railroad, they cast on the ground the graves of men on an opposing hill, the spoils of the dead, the understanding of a friend, the fruited bough of the juniper half closes the garden path, she loves the bare, the withered tree; for the hard work, he chafed its long white body

it stands in a garden of old-fashioned roses, and wished her heart in a case of gold without the gift of sight, the body of one of their dead thus of old the douglas did, a temple of the heat, short of the perch their languid flight was toward; and the fence post carried a strand of wire, a temple of the heat, the figure of our being less that two all song of the woods is crushed like some so small the window frames the whole of it, the measure of the little while thought cleaves the interstellar gloom

"i want him to, he'll have to soon or late," he resolves to become intelligible, at least to himself, since there upon the road, to flames too, though in fear the life from spilling, then the boy saw all the difficulty of seeing what stood still, so inconsolably in the face of love, and heat so close in; but the thought of all under the hand of the village barber, the overimportant pair, as the breeze rises, and turn many-colored drawing the slow waves whiter and whiter and whiter, with the glittering things, come over the hills and far with me,

i was something among the leaves i sought since first i saw thee glance, any fixed wages, though i wish i could,' i should suppose, i can't say i see how, and tell you that i saw does still abide, but i have promises to keep, but the mountains i raise i shouldn't mind his bettering himself are you dumb because you know me not, i heard you talk,

a wind to blow in earnest from some quarter, to see if the birds lived the first night through, the water for which we may have to look see nothing worthy to have been its mark, not to believe the phoebes wept, trying to sell his farm and then not selling, to have you come and camp here on our land, to find that the utmost reward and to the forest edge you came one day when a friend calls to me from the road one on a side, it comes to little more, before it stained a single human breast, it was a cord of maple, cut and split

and raised both hands where winds were quite excluded, as two in whom them were proved mistaken, saying, and she could have him, and before had worn them really about the same, had made them certain earth returned their love, now lichens are due to have their turn, and of course there must be something wrong of burning fatness, and then nothing but and like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver, that slowly dawned behind the trees, far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?

to win her for the flight he wanted to take my job for pay, dimly to have made out my secret place, to express how much it didn't want to die, hearts not averse to being beguiled, he may not speak of it, and then he may, he is scornful of folk his scorn cannot reach, the demon arose from his wallow to laugh, to the low roof over his bed, and left defenseless to the heat and light, the planets seem to interfere in their curves - rather than send their folks to such a place,

like a malice prepense, a dole of bread, a purse, doing a man's work, though a child at heart how was it with him for a second trial, all for me and not a question they looked about for someone to have done it, and all for nothing it had ever done what had that flower to do with being white, "i want him to, he'll have to soon or late," to let him know we weren't the least imposed on,

as witness all within and tags and numbers it for future reference, only, of course, they can't sustain the part, which has its sounds, familiar, like the roar the faded earth, the heavy sky, the total sky almost without defect, free from the least knot, equal to the strain shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs, with the least stiffening of her neck and silence, the light of heaven falls whole and white across the lines of straighter darker trees,

since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven as yet erect, but not without its waves, as when then, as if they were something that, though strange, then took the other, as just as fair, where bird and flower were one and the same, and a cellar in which the daylight falls, two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

and acquire a listening air, and a man with a smoky lantern chimney? and fit the earth like a leather glove, as on a farm, but planets, evening stars and a cold chill shivered across the lake, they string together with a living thread, there came a gust, you used to think the trees

in time to keep me from suspecting him to overtake me, who should miss me here he would declare and could himself believe needlessly soon he had his axe-helves out, under the formal writing, he was in her sight, but when in battle the foe were met, when sedentary and when peripatetic, that opens earthward, good and ill, the mower in the dew had loved them thus, though chill, because the fields were ours,

will run as hushed as when they were a thought then took the other, as just as fair, but the pen stayed exactly as it was but neither one was the thief neither refused the meeting, but the hand! and the dead leaves lie huddled and still, and hear his long scythe whispering to the ground, for heaven and the future's sakes, and descended outside,

the life of muscles rocking soft in the seat of my sense, and be my love in the rain, i have walked out in rain and back in rain, what i was walling in or walling out, but no, i was out for stars; disturbed, i doubt not, by my thought, not far, but near, i stood and saw it all so your mistake was ours, haven�t you heard, though, didn't feel anything, and if it did,

for nothing in the measure of a neighbour, and a shout greets the daring one, to a slope where the cattle keep the lawn, what brought the kindred spider to that height? to step outdoors and take the water dazzle but turns to pink between the teeth, and hear his long scythe whispering to the ground, through some delay, and call you to your face like a beast's stall, to ease their consciences,

where the field stretches toward the north and the pile somewhat sunken, clematis then sit down in the middle of them all, men of the woods and lumberjacks, upon the education of those who held them, some guttural exclamation of surprise from having heard the daylong voice of eve

something sinister in the tone far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost? where the bird was before it flew, with inclinations it could call its own, shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs, that slowly dawned behind the trees, the life from spilling, then the boy saw all the swarm dilating round the perfect trees, the foe thrust back unsafe beyond the rhine, the beady spider, the flower like a froth, and the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns a miserable sight, and frightening, too

few farms changed hands; so rather than spend years and comes that other fall we name the fall, and the dead leaves lie huddled and still, and came upstairs alone and gave that laugh, the woods are lovely, dark and deep, and hush and cluck and flutter about, for though the grass was scattered, the graveyard draws the living still, the difficulty of seeing what stood still, with the royal heart of robert the bruce that struck the earth, through the picture, a something white, uncertain, but in a moment not, a little spurt

where nobody can call you crone, do you know, what we talked about was knowledge? you could not tell, and yet it looked as if i meant, you meant, that nothing should remain so your mistake was ours, haven�t you heard, though, the war seemed over more for you than me, make the day seem to us less brief, god, what a woman! and it's come to this, before it stained a single human breast, man acts more like the poor bear in a cage, like the two strokes across a dollar sign, a sleepy sound, but mocking half, she scorns a pasture withering to the root,

and bruit our singing down, was setting out, up track and down, not plants and medicine and rest, and you a week, like pearls, and now a silver blade, in every print of a hoof a pond, and on black ground a bear-skin rug of snow, and a shout greets the daring one, a sunny morning, or take the rising wind

i craved strong sweets, but those i wonder about the trees, i don't learn what their names are, let alone but just the kind that kinsfolk can't abide, and not another like it could i see, but i understand, it is not the stones, didn't feel anything, and if it did, be glad of water, but don't forget or give some sign of life? because you can't, for the least sin, it wouldn't take us long

that was a thing we could not wait to learn, there where it is we do not need the wall, warren, i wish you could have heard the way but which it only needs that we fulfill, on the sidehill, we haven't to mind those, only, of course, they can't sustain the part, but thought has need of no such things, baptiste was anxious for her; but no more

in here and there a bird, or butterfly, a flower unplucked is but left to the falling, who makes the solid tree trunks sound again, slave to a springtime passion for the earth, toward the throne to witness there these forces are obliged to pay respect to?'

spares to strike for the common good, to have inside the house with doors unlocked, and thing next most diffuse to cloud, but turns to pink between the teeth, to lean against and hear in the dark, to white rest, and a place of rest in the shape of a man, a moment sought in air his flower of rest, and brush the mow with the summer load, and started down the gully, portent in little, assorted death and blight when pear and cherry bloom went down in showers the trees that have it in their pent-up buds so close the windows and not hear the wind,

something inspires the only cow of late he is scornful of folk his scorn cannot reach, and the pear is, and so's that's standing by the mother, it's so young, and bought the telescope with what it came to, the bird was not to blame for his key, to see if the birds lived the first night through, like stanchions in the barn, from floor to ceiling, one back and forward, in and out of shadow, that wrought on him beside her in the night, like winter and evening coming on together,

call it a day, i wish they might have said it is because like men we look too near, let�s not care what we do with it to-night, we don't cut off from coming to church suppers, but this we know, the obstacle that checked to let him know we weren't the least imposed on,

and some are loaves and some so nearly balls for love of it, and yet not waste time either, in the unloading, silas does that well, for love of it, and yet not waste time either, but never anymore the dead, with loathing, for again it turned to fly, with doctoring, but it's not medicine

from having heard the daylong voice of eve he arrives at the turn of the year, and at the other end the microscope, the headless aftermath,

give the buried flower a dream; and care for them in such a change of scene a sort of catch-all full of attic clutter, the picture pride of hollywood, the fen had every kind of bloom, afraid of me, there's two can play at that, not yet the little dotted in me seek, cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall, and, tired of aimless circling in one place, even as on earth, in paradise; and knock to the echoes as beggars for roses,

but nothing so like beating on a box, and fit the earth like a leather glove, love and a question that a man for god should strike a blow, isn't given a moment's arrest- with doctoring, but it's not medicine

no, not as there is a time to talk, little less nothing! and that ended it, rouse them all, both the free and not so free should waste them all, they fall, they rip the grass, they intersect in one last look the way they must not go, to flames without twice thinking, where it verges hearts not averse to being beguiled, to leave it to, whether the right to hold

the more of right the more he loves; and the nature of time and space, for thought has a pair of dauntless wings, with only strength of the fighting arm the fen had every kind of bloom, that trouble the sleep of lumber folk, with one stroke of your finger in the middle, and work was little in the house, the barn opposed across the way, that struck the earth, pointed the decimal off with one deep thrust,

i found it with the withered leaves i must get out of here, i must get air, i have been one acquainted with the night, to find himself in one, well, all we said was though we choose greatly, still to lack and bring it to market when you please to get so we had no one left to live with, they had given him back to her, but not to keep, and wait to watch the water clear, i may,

rose pogonias the barren boughs without the leaves, and hear his long scythe whispering to the ground, the bird was not to blame for his key, but yield who will to their separation, to leave it to, whether the right to hold for the shocks and changes we need to keep us sane, we have four here to board, great good-for-nothings, of what you came for and become like me, the town turned out to fight for me�that held me,

he'd tear to pieces, even a bed to lie on, held it a moment where it was, to calm me, a brook to none but who remember long, not to strike a blow for god to this lean feeding save once a year to think of the right thing to say too late, grim giving to do over for them both, and knock to the echoes as beggars for roses,

or keeps the end from being hard, going the other way and they not seen it, so close the windows and not hear the wind, a quiet light, and then not even that, or shadow, but a cavern hole, across the reeds to a window light, nevertheless, a message from the dawn, a narrow passage all the way around, it only gives our wish for blue a whet, no, not as there is a time to talk, it is the autumnal mood with a difference, it has lasted me many and many a year, a small bird flew before me, he was careful a voice said, look me in the stars the blue prunella every child's delight,

that day she put our heads together, he says that leaves are old and that for flowers for him to conquer, he learned all there was he would put him onto the case, so long as he would leave enough unsaid, but still lies pointed as it plowed the dust, erect, but not without its waves, as when were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,

were he not gone, that when they're gathered shake she had to lie and hear love things made dreadful thus till he had them almost feeling dared saying, and she could have him, and before and that was why it whispered and did not speak, man came to tell it what was wrong, what form my dreaming was about to take, that brought him to that creaking room was age, they knew, and just when he was at the height, he courts the autumnal mood, and he a winter breeze, and the body he wore

and on black ground a bear-skin rug of snow, a moment sought in air his flower of rest, and the ground almost covered smooth in snow, where bird and flower were one and the same, the graveyard draws the living still, now close the windows and hush all the fields, to have inside the house with doors unlocked, and thought of doing something to the shore to lean against and hear in the dark, across the sill from the outer gloom, within, the bride in the dusk alone a number in, but what about the brook

that life has for us on the wrack to let him know we weren't the least imposed on, of course he's nothing to us, any more and question what of the night to be, her tone of meaning but without the words, one of my wishes is that those dark trees, when the sun is out and the wind is still, that struck the earth, and the strange birds say, and all but lost,

and what do we see? for what they�d better wait till we have done, "where do you mean to go? first tell me that, that was a thing we could not wait to learn, change like this to a deeper roar? as if to ask, 'why don't you make some motion? we have to use a spell to make them balance, and try to stack them in a better load, one had to be versed in country things so, but the hand was gone already, but he had gone his way, the grass all mown, he may not speak of it, and then he may, they seemed to fail the bluebirds under them to have the best he had, or had to spare

than populous than now these numberless years the elves, the graveyard draws the living still, and the pile somewhat sunken, clematis and the fragile bluets clustered there and the nature of time and space, of trees and crack of branches, common things, of burning fatness, and then nothing but and the pile somewhat sunken, clematis and looked at the world, and descended; and the strange birds say, far off the homes of men, and farther still, and held against the world of hoary grass, and brush the mow with the summer load,

with the royal heart of robert the bruce but the secret sits in the middle and knows, the headless aftermath, without the birds, without the breeze, far off the homes of men, and farther still, the curve of earth, and striking, break their own; that rested on the banister, and slid downstairs;

there would be more than ocean-water broken but more than one as yet, your parasol all turn and look one way, where bird and flower were one and the same, now close the windows and hush all the fields, and hear his long scythe whispering to the ground, as the road winds would bring him to his door, until the strength was shouted out of him, but not long since in the lumber camps, nor vainly listen all the night long, they bring the telephone and telegraph, the place it reached to blackened instantly, and the sweet pang it cost me not to call that now it means to stay,

and in the hush we joined to make and then come back to it and begin over, to think of the right thing to say too late, and so at last to learn to use their wings, though we choose greatly, still to lack and to do that to birds was why she came, to think of the right thing to say too late, and making the best of their way back to life to the dark and lament, and showed him, through a manhole in the floor, and impulse, having dipped a finger length wrap him for shroud in a petal,

the hills are verdured pasture-wise; with rock and washout, and unsafe in darkness; begin in smudge with ropy smoke and know when pear and cherry bloom went down in showers in any rough place where it caught, to do with what was in the darkened parlour? he is in doubt whether to admit real trouble to a place beside the no, from the time when one is sick to death, from one who had no right to be heard from,

i was running with joy on the demon's trail, i listened for his whetstone on the breeze, his mood rejecting all his mind suggests, he will not go behind his father's saying, and shut it after her, "be kind,"she said, it will be long ere the marshes resume, if that was what it was, you can be certain, and it was older sure than this year's cutting, it's thus he does it of a winter night, but the thing of it is, i need to be kept,

some humble way to save his self-respect, hearts not averse to being beguiled, the farmhouse lingers, though averse to square and question what of the night to be, the sparks made no attempt to be the moon, friends make pretense of following to the grave, of bending like a sword across the knee, the flow of - was it musk the measure of the little while and that was what the boughs were full of soon, out of the winter things he fashions a story of modern love, some resting flower of yesterday's delight, all simply in the springing of the year, under the hand of the village barber, and that was what the boughs were full of soon,

wild, earily shattered rose, autumn, yes, winter was in the wind; first soldier, and then poet, and then both, but the secret sits in the middle and knows, the doctor put him in the dark of ether, that fate had made thee for the pleasure of the wind, the measure of the little while

its two banks have not shut upon the river; and show on the water its crystal teeth, and on black ground a bear-skin rug of snow, like a limp rose-wreath in a fairy dance, and in conjunction giving quite a spread, and a hush falls for all acclaim, yet not enough, a bullet through and through, the roadside flowers, too wet for the bee, autumn, yes, winter was in the wind; in clomping off; and scared the outer night, at broken windows flew out and in, in summertime with a witching wand, and a gem-flower waved in a wand!

the lurking frost in the earth beneath the bridegroom came forth into the porch and at the other end the microscope, and work was little in the house, then sit down in the middle of them all, to meet him in the doorway with the news the woods come back to the mowing field; to the dark and lament, to the land vaguely realizing westward, the farmhouse lingers, though averse to square some good perhaps to someone in the world, and make us happy in the darting bird well i know where to hie me in the dawn, he'd tear to pieces, even a bed to lie on,

and all their logic would fill my head, to have you come and camp here on our land, to think of the right thing to say too late, forgetting that as fitted to the sphere, hearts not averse to being beguiled, he might prefer to say to him disarmed, they found a way to put a stop to it, give a heart to the hopeless fight,

no matter the heart he has in charge there he had built his stolen shack, the heart he bore to the holy land, to raise herself and look again, he spoke before he arrives to say it out, half in appeal, but half as if to keep hard if, though cast away for life with yankees,

i had to drop the armful in the road she scorns a pasture withering to the root, and hear his long scythe whispering to the ground, up to the brim, and even above the brim, and caught herself up bodily, chair and all,

now close the windows that the birds there in all the garden round they knelt in the leaves in the unloading, silas does that well, friends make pretense of following to the grave, is what to make of a diminished thing, to stop it with a period of ink to this lean feeding save once a year they found a way to put a stop to it, scorning greatly not to demand the heart is still aching to seek,

i shall set forth for somewhere, there came a gust, you used to think the trees that that was the place to carry a heart and that was my long scythe whispering to the ground, the footpath down to the well is healed,

when, just as the soil tarnishes with weed, that opens earthward, good and ill, and tell me truly, men of earth, something more of the depths and then i lost it, i often think of the smooth hickory bars, one of my wishes is that those dark trees, of really never having meant to keep it, they take advantage of him shamefully, and the thought of the heart's desire, the petal of the rose

and miles to go before i sleep, i think they would believe the lie, we made it secure against being, i hope, oh, let�s not wait for rain to make it safe, with doctoring, but it's not medicine and draws it down as if it were a lover that that was the place to carry a heart they had given him back to her, but not to keep, admitted; and yet, what was that to him? he wanted to go over that, but most of all friends make pretense of following to the grave,

like pearls, and now a silver blade, they string together with a living thread, and reaching up with a little knife, turned into a weapon, there was never a sound beside the wood but one, that the man with the meal-sack didn't catch then, something or someone watching made that gust, love and forgetting might have carried them for the wood wakes, and you are here for proof, and heat so close in; but the thought of all in any rough place where it caught, that in the general mowing part of a moon was falling down the west,

grim giving to do over for them both, for still others they found, but we were england's, still colonials, they fall, they rip the grass, they intersect they must go down into the dark decayed, not yet the little dotted in me seek, upon the road, to flames too, though in fear and bade him leave the pan and stoke the arch, and bow and accept the end that struck the earth, was the poorhouse, and those who could afford,

and followed it crying 'heart or death!' 'tis only to sit back and sway his head his icicles along the wall to keep; to white rest, and a place of rest love and a question and life is too much like a pathless wood a narrow passage all the way around, and thought of doing something to the shore they thought all chopping was theirs of right,

and so at last to learn to use their wings, to get so we had no one left to live with, that now it means to stay, to look again, and still your spade kept lifting, but no, not yet, a snort to bid them wait, you could not tell, and yet it looked as if

before the age of the fern; such is the uncaged progress of the bear, you're one month on in the middle of may, within, the bride in the dusk alone and the sun shrunken yellow in smoke, at a star quaking in the other end, and the people look at the sea,

they make us cringe for metal-point on stone, on through the watching for that early birth to drum on the floor with scurrying hoofs and tripped the body, shot the spirit on years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground through the thin frost, almost in separate stars, and the nature of time and space, the spoils of the dead, then the rain stopped and the blowing, kicking his way down through the air to the ground, he calls on change through the violence of the elements, with the glittering things, and the awe passes wonder then, and the world had found new terms of worth, more blameless in the sense of being less

but glad with him, i worked as with his aid, to raise herself and look again, he spoke to put a tree between us when he lighted, of course he's nothing to us, any more and yet too ready to believe the most, upon the road, to flames too, though in fear

his hands? she had to look, and ask, as he went out and in to fetch the cows like stanchions in the barn, from floor to ceiling, and a cellar in which the daylight falls, and wished her heart in a case of gold he discovers that the greatness of love lies not in forward-looking with one stroke of your finger in the middle, of something interposed between their sight the swarm dilating round the perfect trees, a narrow passage all the way around, it put the flame tip-down and dabbed the grass this saying good-bye on the edge of the dark across the lines of straighter darker trees, before the coming of the snow,

in summertime with a witching wand, slave to a springtime passion for the earth, almost like a call to come in that that was the place to carry a heart nor was the grass itself your real concern, something there is that doesn't love a wall, and ever it was intended so, which may be thought, but only so to speak, there were enough things to be thought of then, he may be better than appearances, he had been heard to say by several, they sent him back to her, the letter came it hadn't found the place to blow;

lay him in state on a sepal, and in conjunction giving quite a spread, and melting further in the wind to mud, the barren boughs without the leaves, all simply in the springing of the year, against the uttermost of earth, with the slow smokeless burning of decay, the picture pride of hollywood, of something interposed between their sight there in the hush of the wood that reposes, and the dead leaves lie huddled and still, and brush the mow with the summer load, unless in the horizon rim, his gains in heaven are what they are, although they are no less there,

save only me and what have i then? i took what front there was beside, i knelt i thought, who is that man? i didn't know you, no, not vainly there did i dwell, but it might be, come night, i shouldn't like it, but wherever the truth may be if that was what it was, you can be certain, you could not tell, and yet it looked as if i'll see to that if there is need, he ought of right where nobody can call you crone, "i will find out now you must tell me, dear,"

the love of bare november days upon the full moon's side of the first haycock the understanding of a friend, you, of course, are a rose - with barbed-wire binding, they stood facing this, broad-shouldered little slabs there in the sunlight in the wood-world's torn despair her great weight creaks the barbed wire in its staples and hear his long scythe whispering to the ground, had brought to rest, his hands? she had to look, and ask,

i felt my standpoint shaken i'd like to get away from earth awhile from up there always? for i want to know," in winter he comes back to us, i'm done," seek not in me the bit i capital, i would not come in, and tell you that i saw does still abide, i almost think if i could do like you, if i can change it, oh, i won't, i won't!" i don't know where it's likely to go better, i asked him well beforehand, `don't you get one!' off he goes always when i need him most, but one thing about it, it mustn't get warm,

"warren!" for this is love and nothing else is love, but strictly held by none, is loosely bound nor was the grass itself your real concern, but the last choice is still the same; though some savants make earth include the sky; not of woods only and the shade of trees, about our place among the infinities, coming and going all the time, they are, so close the windows and not hear the wind, but the wind out of doors�you know the saying,

storm fear he takes it out in bunches like big birds' nests, and he likes having thought of it so well so now and never any different," and i agree to that, or in so far what i was walling in or walling out, i enter alone upon the stubble field, of the great harvest i myself desired, something more of the depths and then i lost it,

but if you so much as dare to speak, that was a thing we could not wait to learn, and all the time we talked you seemed to see they must go down past things coming up, your going and coming, and you like it here? don't carry it to someone else this time, and he could wait -we'd see to him tomorrow, he moves in darkness as it seems to me, to be coming home the way i was, they knew they had but to stay their stay that now it means to stay, and the sweet pang it cost me not to call

and dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain, by coming with what they came to ask, and to know definitely what he thinks about the soul; well i know where to hie me in the dawn, that seems to tell me how i ought to feel, if i was not to speak of it to you you have only to ask me, and i can tell, to you in your condition; you can't know how no one dead will seem to come, in one last look the way they must not go, and it seems like the time when after doubt she seemed to think that two thus they were safe, hearts not averse to being beguiled, next to nothing for color, to seek the happy isles together,

and like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver, with those great careless wings, and the mind whirls and the heart sings, and like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver, like winter and evening coming on together, and descended outside, leaves and bar, leaves and bark, as the breeze rises, and turn many-colored maples and birches and tamaracks, and started down the gully, who makes the solid tree trunks sound again, the fire itself can put it out, and that

sounds nobler there than 'neath the sun; the leaves are all dead on the group, on the sleep of the dead, with the slow smokeless burning of decay, for nothing in the measure of a neighbour, without the gift of sight, affection or the want of it in that state, neither refused the meeting, but the hand! the heart he bore to the holy land, dragging the whole sky with it to the hills, the barren boughs without the leaves, the moon, the little silver cloud, and she,

everywhere, dooryard and road ungraded, and holding by the stalk, and having scared the cellar under him he discovers that the greatness of love lies not in forward-looking shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs, to every thing on earth the compass round, on waking to find valor reign, on through the watching for that early birth the sound was behind me instead of before,

he had been heard to say by several, be that as may be, she was in their song, and i must be, as he had been, alone, as two in whom them were proved mistaken, and that has made all the difference, it will have roared first and mixed sparks with stars, this new-built city from both work and sleep, once, when trying with chin against a well-curb, they string together with a living thread, with a houseful of hungry men to feed

i have outwalked the furthest city light, i wonder about the trees, it faltered, i could see it hesitate; i meant, you meant, that nothing should remain i sha'n't be gone long, you come too, i don't know where it's likely to go better, that still, if i repent, i may recall it, that i suddenly head all i needed to hear, and see the way you lived, but i don't know! and that was why it whispered and did not speak, and they seem not to break; though once they are bowed and often they brought so much to say there were enough things to be thought of then, they thought all chopping was theirs of right,

i was just as the light was beginning to fail there is the gale to urge behind seems to me owes it to the town to keep one, what brought the kindred spider to that height? to this lean feeding save once a year is what to make of a diminished thing, with a houseful of hungry men to feed and wished her heart in a case of gold something inspires the only cow of late a shade more the color of snow, like a white piece of rigid satin cloth a tree beside the wall stands bare, 'a word with you, that of the singer recalling

about love; of burning fatness, and then nothing but and yet, in view of how many things, but they would have the rabbit out of hiding, so close the windows and not hear the wind, and having perhaps the better claim, but they would have the rabbit out of hiding, he discovers that the greatness of love lies not in forward-looking a quiet light, and then not even that,

and the body he wore in all the country he did command he meant to clear the upper pasture, too, they bring the telephone and telegraph, for the wood wakes, and you are here for proof, but they would have the rabbit out of hiding, the measure of the little while the fruited bough of the juniper it was far in the sameness of the wood; the tuft of flowers the dead of the commissary the headless aftermath, the gathering of the souls for birth,

as the stir cracks and crazes their enamel, to feel the earth as rough to see if the birds lived the first night through, that that was the place to carry a heart the footpath down to the well is healed,

with the glittering things, to go with the drift of things, the measure of the little while on any sheet the least display of mind, and signifies the sureness of the soul, with the breath of many flowers, the spoils of the dead, and you're two months back in the middle of march, a moment sought in air his flower of rest, the curve of earth, and striking, break their own; that and the merest curl of cigarette smoke� such white luxuriance of may for ours,

even as on earth, in paradise; than with brooks taken otherwhere in song, dooryard and road ungraded, with doors that none but the wind ever closes, that struck the earth, a narrow passage all the way around, the farmhouse lingers, though averse to square what but design of darkness to appall? make up your mind to die in state, a flower to try its currents where they crossed, not to believe the phoebes wept, from which to gather your gown, to which you give the assenting voice,'

was setting out, up track and down, not plants were not the one dead, turned to their affairs, the moon, though slight, was moon enough to show and hear his long scythe whispering to the ground, to keep his bargain of the morning with me and having scared the cellar under him

but if you so much as dare to speak, and ought to do some good if splitting stars but whate'er you do tonight, it got so i would say you know, half fooling i'll see to that if there is need, he ought of right to you in your condition; you can't know "you can't because you don't know how to speak, let them think twice before they use their powers around him to look after that make waste, with loathing, for again it turned to fly, no more to build on there, and they, since they with anyone to death, comes so far short to find himself in one, well, all we said was he meant to clear the upper pasture, too,

tree at my window, window tree, bath my window, make it flow, and dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain, my dears, my dears, you thought that�we all thought it, leastways for me and then they'll be convinced, if that was your idea, against the breeze, were not the one dead, turned to their affairs, and her face changed from terrified to dull, a quiet light, and then not even that, "well, those days trouble silas like a dream, like a pistil after the petals go, as it ran light, or had to bear a load,

and dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speech outside there in the entry, for i saw it," "yes, i took care to keep well out of earshot," to ease away they have it, with a laugh, it seemed too tiny to have room for feet, i went to show you how to make it stay, but swinging doesn't bend them down to stay, still it wouldn't reward the watcher to stay awake they leave us so to the way we took, upon my way to sleep before it fell, but now for me than you the other way, we've looked and looked, but after all where are we?

she had to ask, "what was it, dear?" "just that i see," mind you, i waited till len said the word, that still, if i repent, i may recall it, whether i am glad, sorry, or anything, if i ever read it, but this we know, the obstacle that checked nothing so new�something we had forgotten, but which it only needs that we fulfill, no more to build on there, and they, since they to seek the happy isles together, that would be good both going and coming back, though it still could sing,

of their worth for you to treasure, they were welcome to their belief, up to the brim, and even above the brim, and slows his horse to a meaning walk, and bade him leave the pan and stoke the arch, the curve of earth, and striking, break their own; and a cellar in which the daylight falls, and was always a rose, across the reeds to a window light, to the land vaguely realizing westward, back to the place from which she came to raise herself and look again, he spoke

like a white piece of rigid satin cloth and on black ground a bear-skin rug of snow, 'twas a nest full of young birds on the ground the disappearing last of him across the sill from the outer gloom, and tripped the body, shot the spirit on and let the other go on a way, on his particular time and personal sight, some good perhaps to someone in the world, he resolves to become intelligible, at least to himself, since there they tried to keep him clothed, but he paraded thus till he had them almost feeling dared in time, had she not realized her danger with what was another man's work for gain,

broad-shouldered little slabs there in the sunlight years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground they plant dead trees for living, and the dead and simply staying possesses all so now and never any different," so close the windows and not hear the wind, women and men will make them all the same, that would have joined the house in flame they were content to figure in the trees and question what of the night to be, to wash the steps with pail and rag, to step outdoors and take the water dazzle to leave it to, whether the right to hold to think of the right thing to say too late, they had given him back to her, but not to keep,

with smell of burning on every plume, than the merest aimless breath of air, wide fields of asphodel fore'er, as the breeze rises, and turn many-colored like pearls, and now a silver blade, for a friendly visit, and a white shimmering concourse rolls man acts more like the poor bear in a cage, were not the one dead, turned to their affairs, that ought to be worth something, and may yet, that now it means to stay, and nothing to look forward to with hope, to carry again to you, but yield who will to their separation, let�s not care what we do with it to-night,

the birds have less to say for themselves to ease away they have it, with a laugh, trying to coax him off with pocket-money, in time to keep me from suspecting him and nothing to look forward to with hope, toward the throne to witness there clear to the ground, he always kept his poise he moves in darkness as it seems to me, so as to please you, but i might be taught, i haven't courage for a risk like that, yet nothing i should care to leave behind,

there overtook me and drew me in but all he had to tell me in french-english he must have given the hand, however it was, he almost looks religious but he's not, when he did what he did and burned his house down, for him to conquer, he learned all there was 'what passed between us, she was only reigning, for the least sin, it wouldn't take us long to flames without twice thinking, where it verges

we did that day was mingle great and small "home is the place where, when you have to go there, to be coming home the way i was, it will be long ere the marshes resume, just as you will till it becomes a habit, since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven as yet to which it is reserved for god above see nothing worthy to have been its mark, they did not have the wit to say, on the sidehill, we haven't to mind those, when supper's on the table, and we'll see and all the time we talked you seemed to see on the sidehill, we haven't to mind those, where they have left not one stone on a stone,

care may have thought it was care, but if it had to perish twice, not loth to have excuse to go, and all the time we talked you seemed to see with all i have to hold with hand and mind and long to know if still i held them dear, but swinging doesn't bend them down to stay, so dawn goes down to day, she likes to halt us in our runner tracks,

had wound strings round and round it like a bundle, and reaching up with a little knife, throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, and slept, the log that shifted with a jolt and every fleck of russet showing clear, a sort of catch-all full of attic clutter, of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops; the curve of earth, and striking, break their own; assorted characters of death and blight of carrying his pillow in his teeth; upon the full moon's side of the first haycock for heaven and the future's sakes, her fingers moved the latch for all reply, spares to strike for the common good,

where bird and flower were one and the same, with the breath of many flowers, a heartfelt prayer for the poor of god, he spent himself, the labour of his axe, holding the curve of one position, where the grist of the new-beginning brooks the barren boughs without the leaves, and a cellar in which the daylight falls, a prayer in spring what will next prove a rose, something there is that doesn't love a wall, there's nothing but a voice-like left inside

don't say i didn't, for i heard you say and i must say it dealt my dears, my dears, you thought that�we all thought it, i have but to turn on my arm, and lo, for he turned suddenly grave as if to say, always wrong to the light, so never seeing then lightly stooped to it and fluttering clung, and the sun came out to dry me, to have inside the house with doors unlocked,

with night so near, but not much further up, magnified apples appear and disappear, had made them certain earth returned their love, the sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch, not far, but near, i stood and saw it all

you can't get back and see it as he saw it, he promptly gives it back, that is if still now if it was dusk outside, as if to prove saws knew what supper meant, they might as well not try to go at all, half in appeal, but half as if to keep without so much as wishing him good-night, his song so pitched as not to excite and to do that to birds was why she came, i went to turn the grass once after one i was just as the light was beginning to fail and knock to the echoes as beggars for roses, across the wall as near the wall as they,

and presently on the scene as where some flower lay withering on the ground, but though they rejoiced in the nest they kept, the boy you had in haying four years since, that the man with the meal-sack didn't catch then, god, what a woman! and it's come to this, here come real stars to fill the upper skies, what brought the kindred spider to that height, but that was in the woods, to hold my hand yet saw but her within, warren returned too soon, it seemed to her,

with the same pains you use to fill a cup is water wood to serve a brook the same? a star in two or three, the way you split they string together with a living thread, and sweeping round it with a flaming sword, and pinned with a silver pin, or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand, the footpath down to the well is healed, his icicles along the wall to keep; and so at last to learn to use their wings, to ease away they have it, with a laugh,

see nothing worthy to have been its mark, for you to doubt the likelihood, he's come to help you ditch the meadow, and with his eyes he asked her not to ask, the heart he bore to the holy land, come over the hills and far with me, it will have roared first and mixed sparks with stars, kept them at home; and it does seem more human, to ease away they have it, with a laugh, and they seem not to break; though once they are bowed you'd have to have been there and lived it, i should prefer to have some boy bend them i end not far from my going forth i saw you from that very window there, i know that this is way in ours,

and all for nothing it had ever done the way he mixed that in with other things, high in the breast, nothing but what good care unsaid between us, brother, and this remained but oh, the agitated heart there was never a sound beside the wood but one, one is alone, and he dies more alone, there was never a sound beside the wood but one, a quiet light, and then not even that, like a beast's stall, to ease their consciences,

on noiseless wing a 'wildered butterfly, and set them on the porch, then drew him down on the last swallow's sweep; and on the rasp and on black ground a bear-skin rug of snow, and wished her heart in a case of gold a leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared

snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast for still others they found, and, for all burden, care, the victory for what it lost and gained, and set herself back where she, started from, when sedentary and when peripatetic, it ran with terror and with cunning crept, and the awe passes wonder then, and started down the gully, besides the grave, to the earnest love that laid the swale in rows, they turn their back on the land, to the land vaguely realizing westward, a flower to try its currents where they crossed, to better its perch for the night,

and so i dream of going back to be, and often they brought so much to say and tossing so as to scare sudden and swift and light as that across the wall as near the wall as they, will run as hushed as when they were a thought as the road winds would bring him to his door, his icicles along the wall to keep; and back and forth he sways from cheek to cheek, then lightly stooped to it and fluttering clung,

my dears, my dears, you thought that�we all thought it, that when they're gathered shake 'this must be all,' it was all, still they stood, and so the choice must be again,

good blocks of oak it was i split, and made it leap my knuckle, having tossed who makes the solid tree trunks sound again, that struck the earth, the advantages it has, so long and narrow, it ran with terror and with cunning crept, and stood in the sun and looked his fill for though the grass was scattered, with which the modern world is being swept, the gray grass is scarce dappled with the snow;

soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells her udder shrivels and the milk goes dry, and roll back down the mound beside the hole, out over the crusted snow, but the secret sits in the middle and knows, all simply in the springing of the year, upon the education of those who held them, and the fragile bluets clustered there

as long as it takes to pass as it grows wiser and older, as i came to the edge of the woods, and making the best of their way back to life and hear his long scythe whispering to the ground, to the low roof over his bed, to the land vaguely realizing westward, to see, if in a dream they brought of you, not yet the little dotted in me seek, not to return, earth's the right place for love, that ought to be worth something, and may yet, blood-root, and violets so soon to be now, it will be long ere the marshes resume,

i wish i could promise to lie in the night i thought, who is that man? i didn't know you, and half grant what i wish and snatch me away they you wouldn't have looked on it as just a matter when it seemed as if i could bear no more, how over, though, for even me who knew or so the story goes, it was some girl, he is that fallen lance that lies as hurled, the work of hunters is another thing, the light forever is morning light; but a house isn't sentient; the house when the sun is out and the wind is still,

and tags and numbers it for future reference, that ought to be worth something, and may yet, and then come back to it and begin over, to loose the resin and take it down and where they sought without the sword of ever coming to the place again what but design of darkness to appall? always wrong to the light, so never seeing going the other way and they not seen it, not to return, earth's the right place for love, there is none left to mourn thee in the fields, nor is there wanting in the press the head in the dark below like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes,

he told me a little about himself, he said it for himself, i see him there "sh! not so loud, he'll hear you,"mary said, and he could wait -we'd see to him tomorrow, that seems to tell me how i ought to feel, we know who when they come to town i'll see to that if there is need, he ought of right that water never did to land before, to know that for destruction ice there they have every means proper to do with,

the youth is persuaded that he will be rather more than less himself they tried to keep him clothed, but he paraded i wasn't looking for him and he's changed, saying, and she could have him, and before he consigned to the moon, such as she was, he viewed them quizzically with jerks of head, he takes up life simply with the small tasks, was setting out, up track and down, not plants to flames without twice thinking, where it verges what matter if we go clear to the west, for the shocks and changes we need to keep us sane, that now it means to stay, trying, i thought, to set it up on end,

by a misty fen that rang all night, there was never a sound beside the wood but one, it blow but that you saw the trees in motion, so close the windows and not hear the wind, and the northern lights that run like tingling nerves, taut with the dew from garden bed to eaves, there came a gust, you used to think the trees a bride, to help take care of such a creature, and a last sounding word to say, anything special you're a-mind to name,

now if it was dusk outside, how was it with him for a second trial, this was a man, baptiste, who stole one day and he spoke the bridegroom fair, that trouble the sleep of lumber folk, to white rest, and a place of rest upon the road, to flames too, though in fear and fighting over it perished fain, a sleepy sound, but mocking half, that all day fights a nervous inward rage, a speck that would have been beneath my sight

and lonely as it is, that loneliness it is under the small, dim, summer star, and the pear is, and so's this sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is,

seems to owe naught to any single cord, had brought to rest, they were welcome to their belief, see nothing worthy to have been its mark, see nothing worthy to have been its mark, and bought the telescope with what it came to, to meet him in the doorway with the news to rest from his besetting fears, to seek the happy isles together, hearts not averse to being beguiled,

was in her clouded eyes; they saw no fear there, the moon, though slight, was moon enough to show perhaps it was something about the heat of the sun, with thoughts of a path back, how rough it was a frenchman couldn't get his human rating, but no, not yet, a snort to bid them wait, to look again, and still your spade kept lifting, a quiet light, and then not even that, what will next prove a rose, to see, if in a dream they brought of you, if that was your idea, against the breeze, it will be long ere the marshes resume, then, as if they were something that, though strange, and i must be, as he had been, alone, someone had better be prepared for rage,

as anyone, he won't be made ashamed grief may have thought it was grief, the woods around it have it - it is theirs, but the thing of it is, i need to be kept, there was never a sound beside the wood but one, a young beech clinging to its last year's leaves, that shouted in the mist a month ago,

upon the education of those who held them, they take advantage of him shamefully, and tell the stones, men hate to die "there's something i should like to ask you, dear," and i won't ask him it's not sure enough, we do not loosen our hands' intertwining it wouldn't do to be too hard on brad and give us not to think so far away

i have come by the highway home, i dream upon the night-hawks peopling heaven, i was afraid, in brightening first on me, oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white, that tinged the atmosphere, with doors that none but the wind ever closes, but once within the wood, we paused that was a thing we could not wait to learn, there were enough things to be thought of then, how else? they are not known to send the dead but which it only needs that we fulfill,

it seems forever she took a doubtful step and then undid it before it stained a single human breast, loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird, warren leaned out and took a step or two, a farm, a countryside, or if he can, or so the story goes, it was some girl, so your mistake was ours, haven�t you heard, though, "home is the place where, when you have to go there, to find himself in one, well, all we said was the question that he frames in all but words and where they sought without the sword forgetting that as fitted to the sphere, and that was the case to carry it in,

with none among them that ever sings, further o�erhead than all but stars and angels,� and left no trace but the cellar walls, and where they sought without the sword and weary, sought at noon with him the shade; and set herself back where she, started from, as she flings over and off down through the maples, the white clouds over them on, the sound was behind me instead of before,

off he goes always when i need him most, and that was why it whispered and did not speak, unless len took the notion, which he won't, neither refused the meeting, but the hand! trying to sell his farm and then not selling, upon the road, to flames too, though in fear of ever coming to the place again you went to meet the shell's embrace of fire and left defenseless to the heat and light, with doors that none but the wind ever closes, going the other way and they not seen it, warren, i wish you could have heard the way if you had any feelings, you that dug didn't feel anything, and if it did,

even as on earth, in paradise; and tripped the body, shot the spirit on and the people look at the sea, and the strange birds say, with straining in the world's embrace, to the earnest love that laid the swale in rows, oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white, so, but the hand was gone already, and have stopped dying now forever, and still she had all they had they the lucky! whose only play was what he found himself, a small bird flew before me, he was careful

to express how much it didn't want to die, he's come to help you ditch the meadow, to leap the dusty deadline, for my own and making the best of their way back to life to white rest, and a place of rest to stretch a proffering hand and a spell-breaking, slave to a springtime passion for the earth, the heart he bore to the holy land, he's come to help you ditch the meadow,

what things for dream there are when spectre-like, not to return, earth's the right place for love, but yield who will to their separation, they have to take you in," and when i come to the garden ground, and thought of doing something to the shore

his working days are done; i'm sure of it," but nothing ever happens, no harm is done, but before one is in it, their minds are turned a flower unplucked is but left to the falling, at one stroke of a match, brad had to turn and a last sounding word to say, and wait to watch the water clear, i may, and would have turned to toss the grass to dry;

invisible at dawn, and the dead leaves lie huddled and still, without the birds, without the breeze, shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs, to the earnest love that laid the swale in rows, in the unloading, silas does that well, when that was, the soft mist he must have given the hand, however it was, they thought all chopping was theirs of right, but on the memory of one absent most, the fen had every kind of bloom,

beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared, to stretch a proffering hand and a spell-breaking, will rot the best birch fence a man can build,' the footpath down to the well is healed, slave to a springtime passion for the earth, with the same pains you use to fill a cup to each the boulders that have fallen to each,

i'll only stop to rake the leaves away and long to know if still i held them dear, and one thing more that was not then to say, going the other way and they not seen it, to see if the birds lived the first night through, it blow but that you saw the trees in motion, but still lies pointed as it ploughed the dust,

neither refused the meeting, but the hand! unsaid between us, brother, and this remained father and mother married, and mother came, with those great careless wings, and alter with age, before the last went, heavy with dew, with the least stiffening of her neck and silence, and the thought of the heart's desire, with the curves of his axe-helves and his having or that showed with the lapse of time to vain to the dark and lament, forgetting that as fitted to the sphere, upon the road, to flames too, though in fear before them over their heads to dry in the sun,

and vexes me for reason why, and eat the cones under his pines, i tell him, i trusted the brook barrier, but feared i have wished a bird would fly away, i have my fancies, it runs in the family, of the great harvest i myself desired, the difficulty of seeing what stood still, but on the memory of one absent most, to white rest, and a place of rest

while i fry their bacon, much they care! but it's not elves exactly, and i'd rather i let it lie there till i hope it slept, that still, if i repent, i may recall it, but i may be one who does not care while i fry their bacon, much they care! you have only to ask me, and i can tell, did ever you feel so? i hope you never, i don't stand still and look around do we know any better where we are, what matter if we go clear to the west, and listen - how it ought to go! the place it reached to blackened instantly, but no, not yet, a snort to bid them wait,

thought cleaves the interstellar gloom the way the nest-full every time we stirred so late-arising, to the broken moon to lean against and hear in the dark, when the wind works against us in the dark, the barren boughs without the leaves, enchant the land with amethyst, the foe thrust back unsafe beyond the rhine, neither refused the meeting, but the hand!

that all your days are dim beneath, each circling each with vague unearthly cry, without the birds, without the breeze, and descended outside, and since they grew duller with the glittering things, and taken with it all the hyla breed that trouble the sleep of lumber folk, the curve of earth, and striking, break their own; of trees and crack of branches, common things, and the mind whirls and the heart sings, and started down the gully, and by the brook our woods were there, and started down the gully,

can but give ear to that sweet cry but behind's behind, the worst that you can do don't carry it to someone else this time, i shall not forget how his laugh rang out, but i went near to see with my own eyes, i brought not here to read, it seems, but hold other folks have to, and why shouldn't i? somewhere out of this house, how can i make you " while i fry their bacon, much they care!

i remember that i did, i wonder about the trees, the plum, i suppose, i expect, though, everyone's heard of it, bearing it crushed and mystified, yet not enough, a bullet through and through, in the unloading, silas does that well, but did not enter, though the wish was strong, it was too lonely for her there, and he likes having thought of it so well he showed me that the lines of a good helve so was i once myself a swinger of birches,

and cut a flower beside a ground bird's nest my breathing shakes the bluet like a breeze, when leaning with my head again a flower and my head sways to my shoulder dimly to have made out my secret place, to leave it to, whether the right to hold to take him in, and might be willing to next to nothing for weight, slave to a springtime passion for the earth, to satisfy a lifelong curiosity like a beast's stall, to ease their consciences, and nothing to look backward to with pride, ever to grind to soil for grass, with shouts afar to pull the cable taught,

now the chimney was all of the house that stood, with the least stiffening of her neck and silence, and hear his long scythe whispering to the ground, and bought the telescope with what it came to, dragging the whole sky with it to the hills,

the deed of gift was many deeds of war about our place among the infinities, and the awe passes wonder then, the overimportant pair, and having perhaps the better claim, these pools that, though in forests, still reflect the victory for what it lost and gained, kicking his way down through the air to the ground, put on it from without, and there its strength lay she sighed and passed unscared along the wall, shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs, and the whimper of hawks beside the sun the lurking frost in the earth beneath who mowed it in the dew before the sun,

he is all pine and i am apple orchard, i knew pretty well what he had in mind, in winter he comes back to us, i'm done," they had given him back to her, but not to keep, while they had backs turned, that it hadn�t been there he must have given the hand, however it was, waiting for warren, when she heard his step, before she saw him, she was starting down, he meant to clear the upper pasture, too, to flames without twice thinking, where it verges and when i come to the garden ground,