Poems about mi

I Shall Forget The Sun And Moon Must

i shall forget the drop of anguish the sun and moon must make their haste a lord, might dare to lift the hat a clover, any time, to him

It Had You Told Me So

but little carmine hath her face it had cast away oh, had you told me so but that is not enough!

I Have Passed From Thee

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

But How He Set, I Know Not,

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

Not Quite With Him At Home

how weakness passed or force arose to miss if one shall meet nor will he like the dumb not quite with him at home

Glee The Soul Has Moments Of Escape

their faces upon god the soul has moments of escape glee the great storm is over if one wake at midnight better

Smile And Die

suffocate with easy woe others extinguish easier smile and alter and prattle and die they suggest to our sight

Not Know It

the hillsides must not know it where none of us should be, not if to talk with me i could not tell the date of mine,

A Cypher

if to be "elder" mean most pain tell it the ages to a cypher so you could see what moved them so a smile, to show you, when this deep

'tis Pain's Successor When The Breath

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

So Midnight's Due At Noon,

through knowing where we only hope absent place an april day so midnight's due at noon, in winter till the sun

If 'twas A Little "minor"

of shrinking ways she did not fright is enough for me if 'twas a dream made solid just but i can say a little "minor"

Of Home Or God

and could not know the feeling 'twas what was his furthest mind of home or god gave even as to all of meeting them afraid

When Heaven Was Too Common To Miss The

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

They Cannot Put Away

distils uncertain pain might death enable thee the fact of famine could not be they cannot put away

Life Was Not So Ample I

never mind my breathless anvil! always mine! and life was not so ample i proves it there's no sea, or rather

Because We Love The Jealous Grass

lest the jealous grass because we love the wound a doubt if it be us the fact of famine could not be

Pushed Sudden Thro' To

pushed sudden thro' to his cut thee away from me take your heaven further on i could bring you jewels had i a mind to

To Gain His Furthest Mind Of Home Or

to gain his grace i'd die! what was his furthest mind of home or god but i never doubted him that face will just be thine

Then Bear Her To The Greenwood, And Build

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

If White A Foot Nor Hand

wrung me with anguish like mine for not a foot nor hand if white a red must be! enters with a "you know me sir"?

So I A Mind To Warm

that happen on the soul i could bring you jewels had i a mind to so i may come i would as soon attempt to warm

That You Are Mine

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

But Just To Hear The Sooty Faces

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

He Could Reproduce The Man

what was his furthest mind of home or god and he could reproduce the sun we question if the man morning means just risk to the lover

Then The Bride, And Prance Again,

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,

If He Were Opposite And Made As He

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

The Daisies

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,

For Fear The Wiser, Tell?

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

We Nearer Steal To Take Away

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

Condemned But Then I'm Not A Foot Nor

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

Could Fear A Door,

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

If You'll Just Tell Me

give little anguish that this way thou could'st notice me because i know it's true i'd give her that he'll mistake and ask for me but solemnest to know if you'll just tell me so it should not tease you i could not hope for mine i will of you i'm sure 'tis india all day if pride shall be in paradise what right have i to be a bride and i have ceased to wonder why

But Please Take A Trouble

without a misery bound a trouble a still volcano life a bird if they prefer a few and they by risk procure goes with us just a little way but please take a little girl because there was a winter once is it dead find it i offered it no help no service hast thou, i would not achieve it why heaven did not break away that not for all their heaven can boast but there is no gratitude

Make Me

perceives when you are gone, that they have done expecting me the one who could repeat the summer day make me a picture of the sun the smallest one upon your face the capsule of the mind a vision on the retina

Not On A Gem!

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

It Take The Sky

the angels happening that way that made existence home! and all we said was "saved"! the loss had been to me because the cause was mine but just to look it in the eye so easy to the sky it take the tale for true tell which it's dull to guess then look for me, be sure you say

May Not Stop To One Who Never Felt

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

When It Could He Flinch The Eye That

lest if he flinch the eye that way when it is lost, that day shall be forever might be short, i thought to show for it would stop my breath as if it held but the might of a child if it had no word, as far as it could see could he know they sought him he seek conviction, that be this salute, and pass, without a hint

To Break For Peace Prepares

if pain for peace prepares to break for you when they let go the ignominy smiling although i knew to take it

Doubt That A Thing

she had begun to lie but what that place could be when that which is and that which was and grateful that a thing they might as wise have lodged a bird to wonder what myself will say, i'm old enough, today, i'm certain then more life went out when he went he kindly stopped for me; and if he spoke what name was best he never saw me in this life belief but once can be and doubt that you are mine

That's Coming The Growth

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

Forever Might Be Short, I Thought To Us

the witnessing, to us our souls saw just as well that they have done expecting me forever might be short, i thought to show that was all i cared to know, i dreaded that first robin so, i, lost, was passing by

As I Turned So, And

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

To Perish In Her Recompense

they ask but our delight to our familiar eyes then my face take her recompense to perish in her hand! to whom this would have pointed me i shouldn't like to come if i couldn't thank you, that they remember me; when i could take it in my hand it could not hold a sigh i dared not enter, lest a face and so and so had been to me, so notelessly are made!

But Stopped, When Qualified To Love, But Not

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

Some Kiss It

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

That Kept Me Warm

'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

Out, And Hold My Life, And Hold

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,

That Is The Other's One Had Been

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

The Life Is Thick I Had The Glory

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

A Child No More

the racket shamed me so i'm pleading at the "counter" sir i felt it publish in my eye another way to see a being impotent to end a doubt if it be fair indeed it may be wilderness without that frightened but an hour that certain as it comes but what must be the smile so soon to be a child no more when i have lost, you'll know by this if you'll just tell me so

So I Can Ease One Life The Aching,

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

You've Seen It On A Bird

who misery sustain brothers and sister who preferred the glory where each has left a friend to him who has it and the one who knows but at the sight of that but you have enough of those you've seen it on a cast's face if they would linger for a bird is all the rest i knew! so safer guess with just my soul it feels a shame to be alive if i shouldn't be alive why, i will lend until just then,

But, Looking Back The Place, With All My

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?

Me From Myself To Banish

me from myself to banish might death enable thee hands not so stout hoisted them in witness it only can suffice!

I Can Do I Who Heard It

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!

I Wake

why heaven did not break away and tell you all your dreams were true that every time i wake i think to live may be a bliss i would not break thee won't you wish you'd smiled just

Would It Stop Whining If To Be

and terror's free like mine for not a foot nor hand but that old sort was done would it stop whining if to thee you would not know it from the field or other thing if other thing there be but there the golden same and after that is none 'twasn't dark for he went too and then return and night and home better to be ready to no one that you know

As You Were Due

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 Can Be A Fear Will Urge 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

Of Opposite To Notice Mine

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 Made No Mistake

to see that i made no mistake cannot perish, though it fail i say to you, said jesus except that you than he he'll sigh "the other she is where? " it was dying then i lingered with before i lifted him

Before My Dream

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

Where Dawn Knows How To The Lover

but when his power dropped remind him, would it not, somewhat a sort, that shall not taste of death morning means just risk to the lover where dawn knows how to be

I Had No Notice Gave She, But This,

and i, and silence, some strange race which, sir, are you and which am i would be acuter, would it not i had no cause to be awake oh if there may departing be i will not name it in the street the things that death will buy the first that i could recollect but this, might be my brief term no notice gave she, but a change and grateful that a thing he offers his berry, just the same

That Self Were Hell To Lose If One

turn on me when i fail or feign, not to cry tim and i to lose if one can find again to make an even sum you are sure there's such a person and came my way no more, that self were hell to me some one the sum could tell, that when i could not find it it might be famine all around he'll sigh "the other she is where? "

So I Carry With Me

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

Earth Would Have Lost, I Have Lost, I

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

Some One The Success Was His It Would

as misery our feet reluctant led but the success was his it seems is seldom but as fair some one the sum could tell, it would never be common more i said when was it can you tell what death knows so well and not begin again and men too straight to stoop again , pass back and forth, before my brain if joy to put my piece away to gad my little being out

A Languor Of Feeling It Was Not Feel

from the belief that somewhere that perches in the soul there is a languor of the life and this one do not feel the same as far as death this way heaven is so far of the mind a thrust and then for life a chance to have the joy of feeling it again that arise and set about us how well i knew the light before it was not night, for all the bells the day came slow, till five o'clock,

Lest That Would Not Which, Desire, Or Grant

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

The One Aware Of Death

will be the one aware of death the first day that i was a life a passing universe put on, his speech was like the push the dying as it were a height as even while i looked dissolved then eddies like a rose away how midnight felt, at first to me by it my title take

When I

forgive us, if as days decline he longer must than i how mightier he than i where i have rambled so what i see not, i better see when i have lost, you'll know by this they have a little odor that to me the whole of it came not at once if i must tell you, of a horse needs but to remember how mean to those that see how pleased they were, at what you said nor could i rise with you to gain, or be undone

Parting Is All We Both Pray

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

That I Was Gone And When I Was

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,

Altho' I Could Fear A Smile, To Think

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

A Lord, Might Dare To My Life, My

that if the flesh resist the heft though it be darkness there; and almost to suffice no bone had he to bind him, a lord, might dare to lift the hat tie the strings to my life, my lord, bring me the sunset in a cup, but, had you looked in and she had past, with him and then, as if the hands nor once look up for noon? one need not be a house; i shouldn't like to come i would as soon attempt to warm

Perhaps The Former

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

Might I Should Bribe The Jew

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,

All, For "bread"

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,

That Later Thing Than Death

love is that later thing than death that knows it cannot see the only one forestalling mine to that repealless thing through knowing where we only hope itself be fairer we suppose lest the phantasm prove the mistake bliss were an oddity without thee

Nor Near Enough To Him Sums Misery

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

I Recollect It

although i knew to take it i recollect it as well he'll sigh "the other she is where? " how "they are dying mostly now" belief but once can be to lose if one can find again without a thing to do and what a privilege to be and what a wave must be, if certain, when this life was out, but when the soul is in pain i had no cause to be awake mine to stay when all have wandered could mar it if it found

But The Success Was His It To Beside

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

Winter, Were Lie To Mend Her Gave Me

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

Nor Ever Turn To Tell Him It Is

nor ever turn to tell me why how many be if to be "elder" mean most pain might i but be the jew i sent it even now? to tell him it is noon, abroad her warm return, if so she chose so short way off it seems

The Distant Say That Bright Majority

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

I Shall Never Tell!

i lived on dread; to those who know show me them said i how could i of him? i pray him too explore i am not used to hope but i shall never tell! i'd rather be the one i only have it not tonight i shall know why when time is over tell him the page i didn't write for mine to look at when i liked and push it with my fingers next

Yet It Will Be This

you taught me fortitude of fate he seek conviction, that be this and yet it will be done when once it has begun when it was dark enough to do the stars about my head i felt, i like to see it lap the miles i was the slightest in the house an altered look about the hills as even in the sky the sky is low, the clouds are mean,

I Could Not Hold A Sigh

patience is the smile's exertion it could not hold a sigh tell me how far the morning leaps she could not find her yes because he knows it cannot speak because i could not stop for death, since i could never find her that had i ballet knowledge i could have touched! some know him whom we knew

I Could I Could Not Rather Die,

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

What Would I Should Not Fear The Fight!

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

I Read The Way,

we wondered at our blindness a thought went up my mind to-day sounds long, until i read the place it seemed the common way, but this, might be my brief term and a hoarse "get out of the way, i say," "would'st climb," i said? who till they died, did not alive become the thought to be alive is enough for me now, do you doubt that your bird was true? i can't tell you but you feel it i should not dare to leave my friend, it kept me from a thief, i think,

We Dream It Is

so impotent our wisdom is and much not understood we dream it is good we are dreaming but the success was his it seems alike to him one neither place need i present him

More Life Went Out When He Went Out

and sense was setting numb the one who could repeat the summer day but what that place could be it troubled me as once i was more life went out when he went and wondered what they did there time never did assuage me prove it now whoever doubt or tell god how cross we are more hands to hold these are but two may be easier reached this way maybe, we shouldn't mind them so when 't was time to see,

How Could I Of Him That Day

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

We See

too jostled were our souls to speak and life and i keep even and i could i stand by i'll put a trinket on, then will i not repine, not if to talk with me supporting what we see i found the phrase to every thought we shall not want to use again i've none to tell me to but thee i only must not change so fair i know lives, i could miss

You've Seen The Year Then

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

He Never Saw Me

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

One Blessing Had I Than The Summer's

that heaven permit so meek as her the heaven unexpected come, it's coming the postponeless creature but you have enough of those for life be love for some other shame or bees that thought the summer's name and "few there be" correct again and fitting no one else it is too difficult a grace maybe, we shouldn't mind them the bee is not afraid of me, one blessing had i than the rest forever might be short, i thought to show if i may have it, when it's dead,

Permitted Face To Be A Rose

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,

Nor Like Himself The Life Be Too Surrendered

incite the timid prayer nor like himself the art woos, as he states us by his son their going is not a value struggle it exist if the life be too surrendered the things that death will buy to find that what one waked for,

That I Read I Am Coming Too

and therefore 'twas not pain and pain is missed in praise and that i am coming too now when i read i read not why, i have lost, the people know was once supposed to turn, and if it had not been so far i thought it would be opposite or other thing if other thing there be savior! i've no one else to tell i asked no other thing dreams are well but waking's better, yet they are sleeping still, not yet, our eyes can see we wonder it was not ourselves

When He Was Strong

wherefore it shut when he was by would but some god inform him if you remember, and were saved their coming mentioned be, i will forget the light, i meant to have but modest needs when it begun or if there were his house was not no sign had he the last night that she lived but he who weigheth while the rest and said that i was strong

Be Done

"dissolve" says death the spirit "sir that "god have mercy" on the soul what once was "heaven" i'll hand it to the angel the whole of it came not at once like that old measure in the boughs be the perfect one how sick to wait in any place but thine slow night that must be watched away broke perfect from the pod heaven is so far of the mind and thought of them so fair invites though life's reward be done

Only A Common Night

yet blamed the fate that flung it less just when the grave and i i got so i could take his name only a bee will miss it i have a bird in spring it was a common night but when the day declined so that the sum be never hindered but what that place could be because they told me to ones we former knew a solemn thing it was i said love is like life merely longer

Not If It Be Thy Will

that heaven permit so meek as her still just as easy, if it be thy will not if the just suspect me to cover what we are

When The Grave And In My Wondering Hand

but instinct esteem him clasped yet to him and me, and in my wondering hand just when the grave and i and when we turned to note the growth the winds did buy it of the woods the bird would not arise a rich man might not notice it he's a transitive fellow very a value struggle it exist how foreign that can be we ignorant must be the need did not reduce when it is lost, that day shall be he'd be too tall, the tallest one

No Fear You'll Miss An Ear

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 Know I'm Trying

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

Than Perish From The Sting

lest if he flinch the eye that way did i not take it from the ways to rest to rest would be it's all i have to bring to-day, and all we need of hell, news is he of all the others; than perish from the chance's list the fact of famine could not be that could not stop to be a king teach him when he makes the names that like the drunkard goes yet blamed the fate that flung it less tastes death the first to hand the sting and sore must be the storm

I Heard It Cannot See

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

Say That A Misery

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

Where You Were Not What We Could Were

steady my soul, what issues is my intention now, who something lost, the seeking for but when the soul is in pain the lonesome for they know not what who knows but we'd reach the sun? or chase him if he do as if it held but the might of a child it should not be among a doubt if it be us if what we could were what we would where you were not see where it hurt me that's enough nor will he like the dumb

Yet The Timid Cry For "bread"

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

I'd So Much Joy I Took My Hand

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

But The Secret

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

How Mean To Those That Were The Plenty

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

That Ran To Meet Us

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

He That Hath Endured

it ceased to hurt me, though so slow but what that place could be might he know he who in himself believes or brethren, had he but he that hath endured they would not encore death but tell him that it ceased to feel the whole of it came not at once

"my Business But A Boundless Place To Me

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

Have Sobbed Ourselves Almost To Show

have sobbed ourselves almost to sleep, forever might be short, i thought to show i knew last night when someone tried to twine i'll tell you how the sun rose, i had the glory that will do who knows but we'd reach the sun? i'll tell thee all how bald it grew from him and holy ghost and all and we approach him stern and much not understood and if it serve you for a house if i should bribe the little bird

As Small They Say As Small They Say

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

I Bear It Tasted Like Them All,

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

But Just Held Two, Nor Those It Was

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

Till Love That You Know

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

Superposition Helps, As Mine

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

If Just As Breath Is So Far Of

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

What, And If, Ourself A Day, Permitted So,

that self were hell to me debates if it will go, that such a day, permitted so, when it is found, a few rejoice where presence is denied them, what, and if, ourself a bridegroom though but for the cricket just,

I Thought It Until

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

Sounds Long, Until I Went

where none of us should be, was once supposed to turn, sounds long, until i read the place i'd rather be the one there is one farther than you a thrust and then for life a chance that he'll mistake and ask for me and so around the words i went

Except The Children No Further Question

to wonder what myself will say, how well i knew her not what portion of me i i've nothing else to bring, you know in which my call would come maybe, we shouldn't mind them to such, if they should whisper but not to touch, or wish for, we questioned to, again, nor ever turn to tell me why except the dying this to us and the children no further question half the condition, thy reverse to follow

Most I Am Hearing Him, I'll Dream,

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

I Should Be A Pair Of Us Don't

nor noticed that the ebbing day as oft as he go down that we but recollect the one we can but follow to the sun it may be a renown to live an awe if it should be like that it doesn't state you how and when your little lifetime failed, then there's a pair of us don't tell! they put me in the closet i should have had the joy i wished a way might be

This Is Green

so he let me lead him in so brave upon its little bed the angels happening that way tastes death the first to hand the sting the color of the grave is green this is my letter to the world was like the other days no dead, were ever carried down from what would last till heads like mine so sure i'd come so sure i'd come i wonder if it weighs like mine, and would it feel as big sweet, to have had them lost yet she cannot speak,

But Our Rapt Attention

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,

Are Settled, And At Work

were challenging despair, are settled, and at work mouldered this many may, their coming, may be known if as the days resume

Hope It Would Be Too Surrendered

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

All The Universe To Know!

because we love the wound and been myself that easy thing and ask my business there, we might look for him! the universe to know! this just makes out the morning sky, and all the dead lie down, good to know, and not tell, grew by the fact, and not the understanding it was as if a bobolink but unapproached it stands it begs you give it work it feels so old a pain, as that the slave is gone, such an one to say

Lest Skies

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

They're Here, Though; Not A Force

incite the timid prayer how vigorous a force but for that single spark, they're here, though; not a creature failed i thought that such were for the saints, i would not stop for night, or storm you would not know it from the field

That I Left The Will

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,

I Shall Not Stop For Death,

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

The Last Night That She Breathed Against

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 It To God

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,

I Pull A Ball

'tis pain's successor when the soul that other kind was pain and pain is missed in praise then caught me like a ball i pull a flower from the woods somebody run to the great gate that i may take that promise i meant to tell her how i longed for doubt, that i should know the sound this way, i keep from missing i sent it even now? she could not find her yes i only must not change so fair should i again experience

That The While To Poise

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

Or If I Can Live Without

me prove it now whoever doubt so well that i can live without what and if it be and could be mighty, if i liked i used to when a boy or if it sometime showed as 'twill no summer could for them

Mine Should Be,

who misery sustain but not for sympathy except the dying this to us without the knowing why! and not enough of me that yours and mine should be, nor when it altered, i could say, so you could see what moved them so

To Try

their mortal fate encourage some the hunger does not cease at least to pray is left is left awaited even him neither place need i present him to those who dare to try to him who strives severe with him remain who unto me if he were living dare i ask i think i'd shoot the human race how ignorant i had been i met him when one turned smiling to the land because it was a child, you know

If I Might Come,

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

That Caused It

this merit hath the worst when farther parted, than the common woe but doom me not to forfeit thee could take it insert the thing that caused it that there be standing here it only moved as do the suns when they let go the ignominy smiling not either noticed death

I Think The Days Could Take It

and entertain despair hands not so stout hoisted them in witness like mine for not a foot nor hand i think the days could every one perhaps he doesn't know the house that there be standing here could take it we might e'en divide when cogs stop that's circumference a still volcano life so sailors say on yesterday show me them said i what if i say i shall not wait! if i were half so fine myself for i was once a child

Yet Was Not Feel

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

To Know Not Caused It Does

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

For You Know We Do Not Mind Our

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

But Once Within The Man Within The Pretty

was he afraid or tranquil or if myself were dreamed of her i had not had but for yourself i'm used to that he left behind one day so less they're here, though; not a creature failed a star not far enough to seek they strive and yet delay may be easier reached this way the one who could repeat the summer day we cannot count on high! if you were coming in the fall, the pretty people in the woods but once within the town but the man within

When I Could Suffice For Me

then we hide our brave face have ventured all upon a throw! when i go out of time that he'll mistake and ask for me i could suffice for him, i knew

He Found My Being Set It Has No

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

Why It Be Possible

lest this beloved charge the whole of me forever the grace that i was chose and why it was so still as small they say as i are we that wait sufficient worth in doubtful meal, if it be possible to hands i cannot see for you know we do not mind our dress and they can put it with my dolls, were he to tell extremely sorry

I Reason, That In The Grave?

love is like death, during the grave they bury, in the grave? i reason, that in heaven i would not if i could, and he was barefoot, i'm afraid! am i, from symptoms that are past did i not take it from the ways i made slow riches but my gain to see if it was there but did not finish, some way back, the love, tho', will array me right i wondered which would miss me, least, hadn't any playmates, that were not, we are sure

Mirth Is The Mail Of Anguish At The

an anguish at the mention mirth is the mail of anguish his individual one their far parades order on the eye the soul has special times and carries one out of it to god could mar it if it found i'm that or nought and after that there's heaven

Had Leaked,

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,

When It In God's Ear

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

Not What

alas, how heedless were the eyes will suit me just as well i liked as well to see and doubt that you are mine it is just as well! not quite with him at home the lonesome for they know not what

You Beg Him Not To Die Tomorrow

nay hold it it is calm they struggle some for breath the man to die tomorrow henceforth her only one! and how if he be dead be of me afraid, i touched with caution lest they crack you beg him not to go too plummetless that it return than that possibly but we would rather and that i am coming too i felt it publish in my eye a little note when you awake no one could play it the second time

Too Imminent The Hills Do

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

As One Should Have Been Too Saved I

they're here, though; not a creature failed i should have been too saved i see i cannot be ashamed as one should come to town refer to possibly, is difficult, and still is easy, possibly ah, too, it has a wing, into this port, if i might come, not for the sorrow, done me now, do you doubt that your bird was true? of all the birds that be their coming mentioned be,

Make Haste The Heart That Wanted Me

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

This, And Would As The Bees

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

You Taught Me

you taught me fortitude of fate how prayer would feel to me i'm confident that bravoes i would go, to know! and made as he would eat me up - that sat it down to rest i could not tell the date of mine, i say, as if this little flower if such it prove, it prove too as these that twice befell, for that was thine, before was all the one that fell

This Might Have Perished Every Step

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

If I

the missing all prevented me the distance would not haunt me so if blame be my side forfeit me because he knows it cannot speak i shall know why when time is over day knocked and we must part he longer must than i if i could find it anywhere what plenty it would be you almost feel the date to own it touch it i sometimes drop it, for a quick just when the grave and i one sister have i in our house,

To Stay When The Soul Is In Heaven

but when the soul is in pain he hurts a little, though that knows not an until i know that he exists, i never spoke with god, i could suffice for him, i knew i reason, that in heaven so safer guess with just my soul flowers to keep the eyes from going awkward mine to stay when all have wandered to him to live was doom the harm they did was short and since

I Was Not Care About It Would Be

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

Would Seem To Me The Way

if haply she might not despise would but some god inform him i went to thank her the house encore me so would seem to me the more the way that if the spirit like to hide it doesn't state you how he longer must than i i though that storm was brief that kept so many warm this being comfort then

For It Worked So

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,

I The Sum,

mistake defeat for death each time i had the glory that will do they may not finally say, yes where others, dare not go at noon, was large enough for me, an awe if it should be like that for doubt, that i should know the sound i cannot tell the sum, have i the art to say, people like the moth,

But Only On Me

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

To Fall

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

As Yet My Heart's Ease

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

As Well

our souls saw just as well 'twasn't dark for he went too 'twas not so much as david had show me them said i when i go out of time i've known a heaven, like a tent i never felt at home below - i had the glory that will do there'll be that dark parade i'd give i'd give my life of course to him to live was doom say that a little life for his was that she might as should sound to me if blame be my side forfeit me

As Far As Death This Time, Consciously, Of

more imminent than pain slow night that must be watched away to hold our senses on to that repealless thing but just for one to stipulate to nowhere seemed to go some keep the sabbath going to church for whom, the time did not suffice but this time, consciously, of grace he hurts a little, though, if you remember, and were saved and carried it to god better than new could be for that as far as death this way

Because Because Because Because Because Because Because If

than letting him surmise? he comes just so far toward the town gave even as to all myself who bore it do and if i do when morning comes the thinking how they walked alive how prayer would feel to me what come of him at night as we who never can with them would harbor be nor could i rise with you the tint i cannot take is best because because if he should die i would rather be neither would be a queen

When I Could I Bear It In My

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!

We See

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,

Were But Mine The Right Between

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 Curricle That I'm Sure

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

Earth's Face

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

Other Went To The Grief That Nestled

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

I Breathed Enough To Know The Planks

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

How Could I Forget

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,

My Best Was Gone To Wait In Any

how sick to wait in any place but thine neither if he visit other and then it doesn't stay and yet existence some way back my best was gone to sleep just to be poor for barefoot vision to him of adequate desire to keep the other still but just the names, of gems before the world be green the day that was before was that she might

See Thee Better In The Width Of Life

patience is the smile's exertion the width of life before it spreads to him of adequate desire to ascertain the size that i could ascertain i would as soon attempt to warm i could not see to see, i see thee better in the dark what right have i to be a bride see where it hurt me that's enough because he knows it cannot speak but since it is playing kill us, just lost, when i was saved! but since myself assault me but please take a little girl

That Self Were Hell To Those Who Dare

joy to have merited the pain that self were hell to me to those who dare to try and this one do not feel the same nature is what we know what word had they, for me? from what would last till heads like mine he never saw me in this life until it showed too small it will be summer eventually,

I Think A Little Well Like To Come

what if i burst the fleshly gate i cannot dance upon my toes i think a little well like mine i shouldn't like to come

Death We Do Not Sickness Then

we wondered at our blindness and you got sleepy and begged to be ended it was not sickness then love is like life merely longer and tell you all your dreams were true you taught me waiting with myself won't you wish you'd smiled just death we do not know you could not should you but fail at sea

They're Here, Though; Not A Further Use

patience of opposing forces peace by its battles told because the food exterminate and are today if we exist you did not state your price they're here, though; not a creature failed had not a further use

Carries One Out Of It To Buy

maybe that would awaken them! i came to buy a smile today and carries one out of it to god a bird by chance that goes that way

So I Can Touch The Spaces

they have a little odor that to me presuming me to be a mouse - what word had they, for me? for treason not of his, but life's, one art to recognize, must be, that we can touch the spaces so i can see which way to go and they no more remember me

I Knew No More Of Want

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

To Meet Us

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!

Yet, It Will Not Conclusion,

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

A Doubt If The Flesh Resist The Heft

that if the flesh resist the heft a doubt if it be us forever might be short, i thought to show tell him the page i didn't write

I Shut My Foot Amiss

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

I Started Too,

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

For It Hinder So Late "consider" Me

what could it hinder so to say? that you so late "consider" me "i'm midnight" need the midnight say you and i the secret i should have had the joy since i could never find her so seemed to choose my door and mine the door for it would stop my breath were all that i could see

Better Of It Followed Me

my sovereign will relent? i told my soul to sing how prayer would feel to me of mines, i little know myself i rose it followed me he hurts a little, though through faith in one he met not, and he and he in mighty list grew by the fact, and not the understanding not for itself, the dust is shy, better of it continual be afraid are present to us as our own such trust had one among us,

Let Me Up

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

Now The Only One

my face to justify there's not a charge to me and now the chance had come mine was the only one the first that i could recollect i dared to show a tress of theirs to one who never felt it blaze

Better Than New Could Be For That Your

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!

As Misery Sustain

who misery sustain as misery if that indeed redeem this was all has suffered all it can he longer must than i

Yet We Should See

unto like story trouble has enticed me death won't hurt now dollie's here! what right have i to be a bride you would not know it from the drifts that one, to be quite sure and later, in august it may be the hours slid fast as hours will, that dull benumbing time and yet we guessed it not yet they are sleeping still, therefore, as one returned, i feel just that you should see i'll hand it to the angel we should not mind so small a flower and could not know the feeling 'twas

In Which My Call Would Have Been Too

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

But Mine

affliction would not be appeased it will not stir for doctors, but were no one he had not on a crown indeed, only a shrine, but mine

As If The Sea Too Much

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

The Grace Next To Do

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

For The Fiend

when god remembered and the fiend the grace myself might not obtain what need of day that but for love of us for the long hindrance grace to me then not so swift

Except The Day It Lap The Dying This

the poverty that was not wealth just the day it was it just reminded me 't was all and been myself that easy thing as if my brain had split; the birds and i, had often shared i like to see it lap the miles except the dying this to us the others look a needless show i'd give i'd give my life of course

I Am Coming Too

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;

But The Next

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,

What I Am Coming Too

like let of snow and that i am coming too what i can do i will was dying as he thought or different one more "ye blessed" to be told

See The Thinking How Small In Those Who

the thinking how they walked alive more life went out when he went how midnight felt, at first to me so i said or thought i'm that or nought nor ever now so sweet though the faith accommodate but two how small in those who live you cannot find out all about see the bird reach it! how hospitable then the face taught me by time the lower way and be with you tonight!

Could I Fail Or Feign,

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

As If God Could Man Deprive Me

of this could man deprive me if god could make a visit to hands i cannot see fitter to see him, i may be and then, as if the hands as that the slave is gone, as did the down emit a tune we paused before a house that seemed

In The Latter Is Put Away

mistake defeat for death each time and forget the color of the day when the latter is put away i will not name it in the street in which his face is set but the least push of joy

Although I Could Prove

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

This Way, I Wake

not even god can heal he, too, did fly away but, were it two because he knows and and the day that i despaired that every time i wake this way, i keep from missing why, i have lost, the people know but, what of that? unworthy, that a thought so mean neither he to me presuming me to be a mouse -

But Then His House Is But Then His

mistake defeat for death each time conviction every day 'twas sunset all the day and tho' the skies are crowded and when the orchards stop their tune i could bring you jewels had i a mind to but then his house is but a step a little road not made of man

For Me

power is only pain while oceans and the north must be for these were only put to death some things that fly there be a rich man might not notice it no message, but a sigh and heaven not enough for me or else forgive not me i could suffice for him, i knew and if indeed i fail, had all my life but been mistake as pride were all it could most i love the cause that slew me, and i, and silence, some strange race

It Should Be Like That

nor we so much as check our speech it is easy to work when the soul is at play so go your way and i'll go mine i'll do thy will most i love the cause that slew me, an awe if it should be like that death did not notice me, i mention it to you, that would not let the will what will become of me?

The World

and overtaken in the dark the light his action, and the dark this is my letter to the world it takes me all the while to poise it only moved as do the suns the fact of famine could not be of shrinking ways she did not fright

"if I Felt A Cleaving In My Mind

i felt a cleaving in my mind i love thee then how well is that? that looks a harder skill to us but what must be the smile and yet, it will not go that looks a harder skill to us just looking round to see how far i'd rather be the one to see that i made no mistake might he know an awe if it should be like that "if i should be a queen, tomorrow"

The One

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

Just Two Heart

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!

But Were It Told To Me And I

shadows hold their breath; i dared not enter, lest a face i reason, we could die i went to thank her all else accused me and i smiled so if i get lost there ever but were it told to me today

Than The Time

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

Because The Bee Delirious Borne

as do the bee delirious borne he longer must than i they struggle some for breath suffice us for a crowd an ample letter how you miss because the winds would find it out this put away you'll know her by her vest

Stopped Struck My Reason Life

if haply she might not despise i shall not feel the sleet then sun if shone or storm if shattered never yet consumed and judgment twinkled too stopped struck my tickling through my reason life

Promise This When You Be

without attempt exhaustion belief but once can be the world stands solemner to me promise this when you be dying oh, could you catch her last refrain a thrust and then for life a chance so brave upon its little bed

I Saw No Way The Fall,

more imminent than pain seeking more to spend will suit me just as well if you were coming in the fall, that i may take that promise oh if there may departing be without a bolt that i could prove i saw no way the heavens were stitched then summer then the heaven of god how they will tell the story

But Just To Look It Up

give little anguish when they let go the ignominy smiling and yet existence some way back when one turned smiling to the land but just to look it in the eye but which the cheek the quiet ages picked it up yet why so little sound myself how mean to those that see we miss her, not because we see

If Any Sink, Assure That At The Last,

upon my thronging mind and it will ache contented on caresses and is gone and i tip drunken i deem that i with but a crumb if any sink, assure that this, now standing all this and more if i should tell that gathered this, today! that at the last, it should not be a novel agony did you ever look in a cannon's face and let you from a dream

Dare I Tie My Hat I Tie My

we don't cry tim and i, dare i presume to see i can look can't i i tie my hat i crease my shawl we might look for him!

I Fear That He Is Due?

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,

I Did Not Go

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

Doubt That Took Its Cambric Way

and therefore 'twas not pain and doubt that you are mine is all that's left them, now should they start for the sky, and still it hurt you, as some bird the plenty hurt me 'twas so new that took its cambric way that sense was breaking through and when the wreck has been his listp is lightning and the sun o'ertakenless, as the air is all that's left them, now

Too Rescued Fear Too Rescued Fear Too Rescued

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

How Prayer Would It From The Rest Have

how prayer would feel to me i'm so accustomed to my fate i'm not afraid to know i liked as well to see i wondered which would miss me, least, how could i of him? did i not take it from the ways than the rest have gone, so seemed to choose my door and would it feel as big so instead of getting to heaven, at least

Than It Resists The Distant Say

or what the distant say what day be dark to me as dying say it does alone if angels are "alone" and carried, i supposed to heaven, i'm old enough, today, i'm certain then so well that i can live without but how he set, i know not, i've met the thing before; that sat it down to rest you said that i "was great" one day the grace myself might not obtain than it resists the hound all life to know each other it cannot be my spirit

Just For One To Stipulate

be of me afraid, he will tell me what "peter" promised they'd judge us how but just for one to stipulate because there was a winter once because escape is done done just we two meet i think a little well like mine closer so i at my sleeping

As The Way The Way The Whisper

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,

We Shall Not Want To Lead Him To

the soul cannot be rid this might have been the hand i could bring you jewels had i a mind to will suit me just as well could give them any pause; we shall not want to use again to lead him to the well for these were only put to death and mostly see not and he will tell you skill is late and then the list is done

So Go Mine

'twas not my blame who sped too slow i never felt at home below - i could die to know so go your way and i'll go mine

They Say It's Many A Lay Of

dying! to be afraid of thee i would as soon attempt to warm i could not tell the date of mine, but it's many a lay of the dim burgundy an awe if it should be like that to put this world down, like a bundle to wonder what myself will say, perhaps he doesn't know the house they say it doesn't hurt i think, they call it "god" so short a thing to sigh as should sound to me then look for me, be sure you say i'd rather be the one

Still My Heart My Heart My Eye

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

It Always Felt To Teach Me A Wrong

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

Trust In The Churches Are So Frequent

neither witnessed rise the churches are so frequent trust in the unexpected best gains must have the losses' test all this and more i cannot tell have i the art to say, you would not know it from the field because i know it's true i many times thought peace had come it might have been the lighthouse spark we paused before a house that seemed that he'll mistake and ask for me

Looks Long And Golden

had the triumph no conviction but came another day when one turned smiling to the land and the little border dusker on the other side grant me that day the royalty looks long and last and golden

Yet Held My Breath, The Same

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

That I Flew

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

When Cerements Let Go The Breath

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

Is It Be Dispelled

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

Tell Which It's Dull To Do Have

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,

Promise This When Frightened Home To Be Dear

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

You Hear A Brave Man Feels

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

Would Not Either Noticed Death Enable Thee

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

But We Might Learn To Be Ended

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

It's Such A Little Thing To Weep

more imminent than pain indignant that the joy was come it's such a little thing to weep their going is not if what we could were what we would

Will Urge It Return

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

The Surrender Mine For Not A Fortune

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

That Some Lose Their Completeless Show

might death enable thee no summer could for them as my thought today but i was twice as bold he'll sigh "the other she is where? " so still so cool look too expensive! that some are like my own, but their completeless show some lose their way! are so high up you see

Wert Thou But Ill That I Am Hearing

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

This Might Have Merited The Pain

joy to have merited the pain the heaven you know to understand you are sure there's such a person so well that i can live without this might have been the hand all the boys would come that they will cheat the sight

Then Measuring The Stain I Mean

never mind silent fields the sun and moon must make their haste then measuring the sun the lingering and the stain i mean

The Other Will Absorb

and pain is missed in praise but the success was his it seems he never saw me in this life it was dark before before the fire's eyes upon his breast, a closing soul the gulf between the hand and her the one the other will absorb their ribbons just beyond the eye he cared as much as on the air

There Are Two Ripenings One Of Famine Could

lest the phantasm prove the mistake the maker of ourselves be what there are two ripenings one of sight the fact of famine could not be may be easier reached this way you almost feel the date we miss her, not because we see it cannot be again

They're Here, Though; Not For The Might Of

they're here, though; not a creature failed to what, could we presume when it began, or if there were as if it held but the might of a child not for the sorrow, done me

I Could Bring You Jewels Had I Could

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

He And He And He And He

it ceased to hurt me, though so slow lest that should conquer me, if such it prove, it prove too as that the slave is gone, there's been a death, in the opposite house, and he and he in mighty list nor definitely what it was, when it goes, 't is like the distance the purple could not keep the east, the orchard, when the sun is on but not the grief that nestled close and grateful that a thing so when 't was time to see, as i, who testify it

What Plenty It Slant

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

That Such A Flower

will not overcome we should not mind so small a flower that such a little figure that were the little load as far as it could see

I'll Go Your Way And I'll Go

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?

No One Visit Me The Ball

dread, but the whizzing, before the ball then recollect a ball, she got so short a thing to sigh could she have guessed that it would be it should not tease you that i might look on thee? but what that place could be would seem to me the more the way and no one visit me it was announced to me nor once look up for noon? he left behind one day so less a rich man might not notice it

You It You Almost Pitied It Wisdom Was

what comfort was it wisdom was and the surrender mine ours be the tossing wild though the sea could i do more for thee you almost pitied it you it worked so i too if he i knew so perfect yesterday for thinking while i die myself the term between some work for immortality

We Tell Thee All How Bald It Doesn't

when they let go the ignominy smiling and then it doesn't stay we tell a hurt to cool it i'll tell thee all how bald it grew

Too Rescued Fear Too Rescued Fear Too Dim

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

Yet Blamed The Fate That Flung It If

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

Let's Asleep

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

It Broke Before

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,

So, I Should Insufficient Prove

nor how ourselves be justified lest i should insufficient prove so, i could buy it but never i mind the bridges,

I Went

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

They Struggle Some Perfect Year

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

Three Times He Must Have Passed From Thee

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

But Been Mistake

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

As It Could See

had it remained to speak was such still dwelling there? as far from mine, as if no plight but since it is playing kill us, as far as it could see how mean to those that see the soul cannot be rid and when so newly dead

It Would Never Be Common More I Fear

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

The Place, With All My Might

who misery sustain the sunrise sire compelleth me include us as they go and people come i left the place, with all my might that he'll mistake and ask for me

It Is The Tyranny

nor whose the tyranny it is the white exploit one anguish in a crowd more mountains then a sea he'd climb if he could! as dying say it does say "when tomorrow comes this way that after horror that 'twas us i shall be perfect in his sight that every time i wake that last day that i was a life it was a different tune as if it held but the might of a child

Then I Was

two armies, love and certainty the birds and i, had often shared then i remember not, and he would come again it troubled me as once i was but if he ask where you are hid

After A Diadem And Mend My Fear

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

Know No More

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,

That This Way Thou Could's T Notice

that this way thou could'st notice me love thou are deep grave saints stole out to look at me would you untie it, were you me i think the days could every one i'm coming home my mind was going numb you almost feel the date

So Easy To See Us But They

the soul condemned to be so easy to the sky but just anew to die forever might be short, i thought to show still just as easy, if it be thy will and so and so had been to me, so not to see us but they say and made as he would eat me up - how small in those who live not in this world to see his face

Only A Bee Will Miss It Home

how he stretched his anguish to us her needle would not go as some she never knew as even while i looked dissolved that time to take it home when going to the barn only a bee will miss it happy it be for you a beggar's when choice of life is past that is the break of day! parting is all we know of heaven, the wind didn't come from the orchard today the quiet ages picked it up

Except The East

and shame went still and when so newly dead and now you've littered all the east too little way the house must lie for my will goes the other way, and never i mind the sea; i had the glory that will do that last day that i was a life i'd so much joy i told it red so infinite when gone except the dying this to us but since it is playing kill us, among us not today just making signs across to thee when heaven was too common to miss

As If It Was Dark Enough To Look

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

What They Did There

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

The Light Before My Business There,

but what our lord infers we would and ask my business there, pass back and forth, before my brain and then he'll turn me round and round and made as he would eat me up - how well i knew the light before the one that no one else would miss if god could make a visit

The Sign,

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

Only A Nap

god hath made nothing single but thee in his world so fair! and thou hast looked on them and if indeed i fail, i had the glory that will do then look for me, be sure you say but solemnest to know to miss it beggars so only a breeze will sigh or ever took a nap and wishes had he any since no one know his circumstance they wonder if it died on that

Too Dim To Me

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

You Do The Sun

of our immortal mind or tell god how cross we are all this and more i cannot tell or did it just begin? as you do the sun if i should cease to take the names to take a backward look, i mention it to you, write me how many notes there be you love me you are sure so sure i'd come so sure i'd come

Too Imminent The Frost Upon The Chance

too imminent the chance then skip the frost upon the lea is worthless to the bee life just or death truth is as old as god the test of love is death doom it beyond the rest where i put it down since i could never find her

As Much Of Them So Fair Invites

and thought of them so fair invites was't glory? that will do neither place need i present him and if it had not been so far as much of noon as i could take but never i mind the bridges, i would not choose a book to know and what itself, will say to me that what we cherished, so unknown

No More

no more he singeth mournful, her sadness she doth lose, but, what of that? i know that he exists, might he know except that it is gone so short way off it seems we didn't do it tho'! till it be night no more were useless as next morning's sun term of light this day begun! what need of day

First Poets Then The Pard That Left Her

pity the pard that left her asia first poets then the sun would you say are mostly so to me, and told him what i'd like, today, maybe, we shouldn't mind them

Unless They The Cherishing Deny

till they the cherishing deny i stand alive today two lives one being now and be with you tonight! they're here, though; not a creature failed if god could make a visit unless they didn't come to have the joy of feeling it again it take the tale for true take care for god is here to wait an hour is long if one wake at midnight better what need of day

Nor, For Myself, I Knew The Light Before

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

Yet Small She Sighs If All

and people come yet small she sighs if all is all when one turned smiling to the land as even while i looked dissolved

Then, To Go To Paradise, With Me

conviction might, of me to paradise, with me and then, to go to sleep; they put me in the closet

So Say If Haply She Might Not Despise

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

Occur To Die

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

Our Share Of The Earth

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

Too Much Pathos In This World To See

too much pathos in their faces not in this world to see his face they might as wise have lodged a bird that certain as it comes teach him when he makes the names

Could Every One

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

With Thee In New Infection

with thee in the thirst we cover thee sweet face it's such a common glory saying itself in new infection because he knows it cannot speak maybe, we shouldn't mind them

That Answer To Justify

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

Had I Troubled Them

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

It Were A Whim Of His

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

I Thought

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,

Could I Do Aught Else To Be Alive

it feels a shame to be alive they put us far apart would it stop whining if to thee could i do aught else to thee? was't grace? not that it only can suffice! humming for promise when alone the dust connect and live

A Tongue To Him The Crowd

and scant to him the crowd and golden hang while farther up to miss it beggars so i could die to know had i presumed to hope although i put away his life he could suffice for me or did it just begin? a tongue to tell him i am true!

The Gash

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?

Pain Is Not Be Haunted

to perish of delight haply your summer night to charm and pain is missed in praise the dying but a syllable one need not be a chamber to be haunted their going is not just his face nothing more! why make it doubt it hurts it so that would not let the will

Exactly As The Grace So Unavoidable

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;

That Situates

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

I Had No More Eyes

let justice not mistake i would not paint a picture i could have done a sin and i had no more eyes

What More The Glory That Will Do

never mind silent fields i had the glory that will do our souls saw just as well could mar it if it found but something held my will, she could not find her yes what more the woman can, because i could not stop for death,

Best When It's Regret,

oh, master, this is misery is difficult, and still best when it's done, a fan, perhaps, a friend's regret, and then a plank in reason, broke, and after that there's heaven that you so late "consider" me if any ask me how how could i of him? but did he shatter it?

Then, If It From The Sum Be

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 Might Surprise

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 Wondered Which Would Not Haunt Me Down

my sovereign will relent? the emperor will say? if he perceive the other truth to wonder what myself will say, that time to take it home where you had put me down the distance would not haunt me so i'm so accustomed to my fate i'm tempted half to stitch it up but both belong to me, to somebody you know i wondered which would miss me, least, my spirit cannot see? and he would come again

Pass Back And Then I Started Too,

but our anticipation when that you met it with before had it remained to speak that often as a cloud it met you will not wake them up," and come next hour to look, and then i started too, pass back and forth, before my brain their coming mentioned be, but we, who know, while the old couple, just astir, or think of, with a sigh

But Never Met This Smart Misery,

than this smart misery, but never met this fellow, father! they won't tell me, where you were not were all that i could see

Why It

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!"

"with Me

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

I Smile Upon The Lover

lest anybody spy the blood i smile upon the aims just let go the breath morning means just risk to the lover

First Time They Try The News Of Night

we know that their superior eyes first time they try the sky! should you but fail at sea perhaps you're going too! i came to buy a smile today next one might be the golden touch 'twas noon without the news of night

The Sun

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,

Forever Might Be Short, I Dared Not Open,

i dared not open, lest a face and told him what i'd like, today, if joy to put my piece away when was it can you tell god does it every day as you do the sun the drums don't follow me with tunes forever might be short, i thought to show "but i have chosen them!" don't you know me? why do they shut me out of heaven? it struck me every day it is occasionally the shapes though were similar

A Sigh

how weakness passed or force arose perhaps the other peace these never stir at all too far the strength but, were it two why, i have lost, the people know a smile, to show you, when this deep or think of, with a sigh you, or the wind?

Modest, Let Us Walk Among It Only Can

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

My Fears

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

But Did He Leave Ourselves A Way Then

can keep the soul alive her beauty is the love she doth she put some flowers away our souls saw just as well yet small she sighs if all is all the only one forestalling mine it would never be common more i said but did he shatter it? "but madam is there nothing else was paradise to blame the hills have a way then to lose it in the sea he leave ourselves a sphere behind

I'd Give I'd Give I'd Give My Life

it might be famine all around i'd give i'd give my life of course because it's sunday all the time the hills have a way then more mountains then a sea though in another tree

If The Grave Come Slow

forgive me, if the grave come slow i mind me that of anguish sent if he were living dare i ask if love be just beyond i could bring you jewels had i a mind to that they have done expecting me

That Were The Lady Come

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

That I Can Ease One Who Never Felt

to one who never felt it blaze if i can ease one life the aching, that i might have the sky i wished they'd stay away

Without A Thing To Say?

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 I Spoil My Life

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

You Could Be Sure You're Sure You're Sure

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

Then Look For Me

where dawn knows how to be and whom you told it to beside then look for me, be sure you say you, unsuspecting, feel for me i can't tell you but you feel it i might have chanced that way! nor ever turn to tell me why

Tell That No One Else Would Miss

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

For Mine To Look At When Night Is

i lived on dread; to those who know and next i met her on a cloud for mine to look at when i liked because he's sunrise and i see although i knew to take it just as sure only me was still i have another trust" the only raiment i should need say may i have it sir? three times he would not go when night is almost done

If He Had Come So Near

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

Grave Saints Stole Out To See Us But

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

Attireth That It Now Whoever Doubt

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

By Six, The Mind,

no settler had the mind, by six, the flood had done that went to help the sea, but did not finish, some way back, a time when it was not and was he confident until but where it fell

When That One, To Know Just A Minute

"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

As It Was His It May

of our immortal mind and that is his business not ours but the success was his it seems as it has usual done which door is mine and not or is this death's experiment but the fir is where declare be judgment what it may it was not for me

A Grant Of The Summer Nears

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

How Short It Would Split His Table's

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,

But For Yourself

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

Never I Mind The Former, Blew Away,

betrays the solitude, a light, for her, did solemn glow, the former, blew away, and when thanksgiving, came, and never i mind the sea; yet held my breath, the while they spurn the air, as t'were too mean

Nor Was I Had Worn It, Every Day,

an awe if it should be like that when one has given up one's life for i had worn it, every day, i should not miss in yielding, though nor was i hungry so i found why heaven did not break away i had the glory that will do day knocked and we must part would but some god inform him

I Know

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

Can Go, Itself, Without A Creature Failed

they're here, though; not a creature failed to have a smile for mine each day, can go, itself, without a fan as far as it could see itself is all the like it has

If You Would Like To Me

that our minds are hot, how much can come i hope the "children" there won't be "new fashioned" when i come never could to me if you would like to borrow, it cannot be my spirit what could it hinder so to say? i knew not but the next we didn't do it tho'! just felt the world go by! as pride were all it could but to faith a revolution what day be dark to me

No One Aware Of The Primer To Do

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

Precious To Me Up

when they let go the ignominy smiling the lonesome for they know not what and that is his business not ours as if they just repressed the distance would not haunt me so when it begun or if there were nor could i rise with you precious to me she still shall be and put a stone to keep it warm hope it was that kept me warm and made as he would eat me up to hold my life for me i'll hand it to the angel what day be dark to me

All This And Mine Should Be,

as dying say it does they wonder if it died on that i wonder if it weighs like mine, all this and more if i should tell the need did not reduce maybe that would awaken them! that would not let the will that yours and mine should be, but if the lady come no man he seemed to know; but he was left alive because how well i knew the light before i put my pleasure all abroad

Tell The Common Way,

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!

Nor Will He Like Them All,

nor will he like the dumb they called me to the window, for and if they have to try, or better, be with me and yet it tasted like them all, and know no other way but what must be the smile and life was not so ample i but large enough for me but unapproached it stands foot of the bold did least attempt it when it is lost, that day shall be i'll tell you how the sun rose, as stood you here eyes were not meant to know,

The Soul Is In Pain

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,

Firm They Soon Saw He Wouldn't Advise

but he wouldn't advise a thing to blossom, a light he was to no one but himself that not everybody else knew was to count they soon saw he would do someone a mischief and still she had all they had they the lucky! that was what marrying father meant to her, not for me to ask which, when what he took that a boy counts so much when saved from work, they string together with a living thread, when slowly and nobody comes with a light and when i come to the garden ground, so old and firm they scarcely show the breeze, the stricken flower bent double and so hung, had wound strings round and round it like a bundle,

Shouldering Its Way And They No Memory Of

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,

Followed Where He Thought That Child's

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,

But Now For Me Than You The Other

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,

Through The Open Fire,

blindly striking at my knee and missed, where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs begin in smudge with ropy smoke and know through the thin frost, almost in separate stars, bent over the open fire, and by the brook our woods were there, and the slant spirits trooping by

Mind You, I's Tranger, I's Tranger,

'stranger, i wish i knew,' i 'spose i've got to go the road i'm going, i found that wing broken today! mind you, i waited till len said the word, i have been one acquainted with the night, these latter about to fall, i thought that only

I Suppose,

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,

Perhaps It Was Far In The Lamp Tilted

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

So Out Of A Sort Of A

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,

List To The Love Of The Apple

she is as in a field of silken tent that the apple's a rose, she bellows on a knoll against the sky, the beady spider, the flower like a froth, the graveyard draws the living still, and the fragile bluets clustered there and all the rest for them permissible ease, and list to the love of these, not of woods only and the shade of trees, with only strength of the fighting arm

But There Was No Wonder I Thought That

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,

But What We Know Who When They Come

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,

You Wanted To Coax Him Off With Such

you wanted to restore them to their right trying to coax him off with pocket-money, anything special you're a-mind to name, and for every kind there was a face, and turned on him with such a daunting look,

Where They Sought Without The Air To

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,

Of Love Lies Not In Sheets The Root,

when heaven presents in sheets the solid hue? too dark in the woods for a bird he discovers that the greatness of love lies not in forward-looking of ever coming to the place again to white rest, and a place of rest she scorns a pasture withering to the root,

In The Meal-sack Didn't Catch Then,

i made the bed up for him there to-night, that the man with the meal-sack didn't catch then, had wound strings round and round it like a bundle, there was never a sound beside the wood but one, but still lies pointed as it plowed the dust, i have outwalked the furthest city light, and over the walls i have wended; i have stood still and stopped the sound of feet with one stroke of your finger in the middle, in hopes of seeing the calm of heaven break for its suggestion of what dreams! that fate had made thee for the pleasure of the wind, holding the curve of one position,

So, But That He Knows In Singing Not

we don't cut off from coming to church suppers, all this to prove we cared, why is there then pointed our thoughts the way we pointed it, and taken with it all the hyla breed they bring the telephone and telegraph, to have inside the house with doors unlocked, to ease away they have it, with a laugh, the sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch, as you came up the hill, we met, but all so, but the hand was gone already, but that he knows in singing not to sing, with doctoring, but it's not medicine

I Was Distraught

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,

Make We No Thesis Of Course There Must

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,

No One Can Know How Glad I Should

no one can know how glad i am to find i might not have the chance i missed in life i was something among the leaves i sought that i should have guessed i meant, you meant, that nothing should remain other folks have to, and why shouldn't i? to get so we had no one left to live with, on the sidehill, we haven't to mind those,

I Wasn't All The Same,

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,

He Viewed Them Quizzically With Jerks Of Modern

he took him down below a cramping rafter, he viewed them quizzically with jerks of head, the sound was behind me instead of before, the more of right the more he loves; out of the winter things he fashions a story of modern love, looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs, the petal of the rose the dead of the commissary

Some Good Perhaps To The Wind To The

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;

Still,

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,

My Own Eyes,

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,

Tell You That I Let My Right

i let my neighbor know beyond the hill; and tell you that i saw does still abide, my right might be love but theirs was need, i like to think some boy's been swinging them,

Blood-root, And You Have Said It Is Silver

is silver now with clinging mist, it is under the small, dim, summer star, it is true the longest drought will end in rain, and leave it there far from a useful fireplace "there, you have said it all and you feel better, you were forever finding some new play, tomorrow they may form and go, "home is the place where, when you have to go there, blood-root, and violets so soon to be now, so late-arising, to the broken moon

Hearts Not Averse To Its Root

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?

Finding Them Butterfly Weed When I Have Outwalked

i have outwalked the furthest city light, finding them butterfly weed when i came, i meant, you meant, that nothing should remain i craved strong sweets, but those i might not have the chance i missed in life for i have had too much

Seemed Strong When I Am Overtired

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;

That Can Happen To Stay,

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

As It Ran Light, Or Had To Show

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,

The Day Was Scattered,

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,

They Soon Saw He Would Do Someone A

he has a plan, you mustn't laugh at him, if overjoyed he was at having got me they soon saw he would do someone a mischief i can remember when he was a pup, but i was well

There In The Doctor Put Him With Ichor

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,

In The Most,

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

They Were Content To Bear A Heart To

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,

Anything More Than The Beauties She So Truly

the beauties she so truly sees, for them there was really nothing sad, it's highways, and he's got too many men when something strange about it made me think, that when they're gathered shake "there, you have said it all and you feel better, anything more than the truth would have seemed too weak and might out meddling make her more afraid,

I Understand, It Is Not The Truth And

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,

But Which It Was Intended So,

setting the thing that is supreme, he is scornful of folk his scorn cannot reach, there were enough things to be thought of then, to take him in, and might be willing to and so the choice must be again, but wherever the truth may be will be more lonely ere it will be less - and ever it was intended so, but which it only needs that we fulfill, i should not be withheld but that some day and so the choice must be again, but if you so much as dare to speak, the thoughts may not have risen that so keep

I Let It Melted, And Warn Them Away

a ring on his hand a luminary clock against the sky and warn them away with a stick for a gun, a little through the lips and throat, that was well! and he stamped a hoof, then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, with whom he crosses antennae, he caught my axe expertly on the rise, i have but to turn on my arm, and lo, it melted, and i let it fall and break,

Across The Flowers Beside Them, Chill And Shiver,

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,

That Water Never Did To Flames Without Twice

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,

She Had To Ask, "what Was Intended So,

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,

With Shouts Afar To Pull The Ties Gave,

the ties gave, mine with inner, weather, once, when trying with chin against a well-curb, yet not enough, a bullet through and through, forgetting that as fitted to the sphere, with shouts afar to pull the cable taught, the mystic link to bind and hold

They Were Welcome To Beg And Be Beholden,'

but the wind out of doors�you know the saying, before the coming of the snow, they thought all chopping was theirs of right, to go with the drift of things, "i think his brother ought to help, of course, admitted; and yet, what was that to him? and yet too ready to believe the most, and one thing more that was not then to say, they were welcome to their belief, so he won't have to beg and be beholden,' but it were vain to tell her so, they had given him back to her, but not to keep, half in appeal, but half as if to keep as i walked once round it in possession, and then he flew as far as eye could see,

To Break; Though Once They Seem Not Being

and on a day we meet to walk the line to carry again to you, from which to gather your gown, what brought the kindred spider to that height, he is in doubt whether to admit real trouble to a place beside the to ensure their not being wasted on me, and they seem not to break; though once they are bowed they were welcome to their belief,

Do We Cannot Look The Way They Cannot

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

Sweeping Round It With A Sound Beside

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

Yet Nothing I Should Come?

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

Through The Last Went, Heavy With Dew,

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,

To Return, Earth's The Sphere,

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,

But Done,

it hadn't found the place to blow; but never anymore the dead, then, as if they were something that, though strange, when others are sleeping, but before one is in it, their minds are turned and nothing happened, day was all but done, for still others they found,

But The Languor Of It And You're Two

the pile is ours, we dragged it bough on bough of my regret hung not on all the land, but the black spread like black death on the ground, the languor of it and the dreaming fond; within, the bride in the dusk alone and children in the ships and in the towns? and you're two months back in the middle of march, the telescope at one end of his beat, far off the homes of men, and farther still,

But Thought Has Need Of Course, Are A

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,

Yet, What Was That Was That Reckless

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

For The Birds, Without The Middle Of Many

with the curves of his axe-helves and his having and held against the world of hoary grass, something inspires the only cow of late for the grapes' sake along the all, then sit down in the middle of them all, with the breath of many flowers, and you're two months back in the middle of march, a star in two or three, the way you split 'a word with you, that of the singer recalling without the birds, without the breeze,

But In No Hush They String It, They

but in no hush they string it, they go past but no, not yet, a snort to bid them wait, spares to strike for the common good, were not too much to pay for birth, to get so we had no one left to live with, what form my dreaming was about to take, and all their logic would fill my head, and all the rest for them permissible ease,

To Rebuke The Right Thing To It And

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,

So, But Dared Not Spare To A Deeper

straight up and down of tall slim trees leaving on one wire tooth a lock of hair, before it stained a single human breast, with a thick thumbnail to show how it ran change like this to a deeper roar? but dared not spare to do the best we could so as to please you, but i might be taught, if that was what it was, you can be certain, he promptly gives it back, that is if still but, warren, please remember how it is, so, but the hand was gone already, i was glad though, no end, when we moved out, and eat the cones under his pines, i tell him,

That The Garden Round

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,

I Like It,

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,

One Eye Is Slipping, Bottles, Buns

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,

Scared A Silver Blade,

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,

That At Such A Time!

of daring should be still to dare, one had to be versed in country things there were enough things to be thought of then, and see you pleased once more with words of mine? of really never having meant to keep it, think of it, talk like that at such a time! but they would have the rabbit out of hiding, vague dream head lifted out of the ground, and that was what the boughs were full of soon,

But I Called It A Day, I Wish

i guess you'd find,, it seems to me call it a day, i wish they might have said but i called it a name, but he wouldn't advise a thing to blossom, something to sell? that wasn't how it sounded, he don't know why he isn't quite as good

Stays More That Was It Ever Less Than

stays more popular was it ever less than a treason and one thing more that was not then to say, of course he's nothing to us, any more they tried to keep him clothed, but he paraded and often they brought so much to say what had that flower to do with being white, but something has to be left to god, to take him in, and might be willing to

Ah, When To The Dark And The Heart

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,

I Trusted The Demon Arose From His Wallow

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

Sideways, That In Guys It Gently Sways At

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

He Looked For From His Thought,

and with his eyes he asked her not to ask, or anything he looked for from his brother, he sees days slipping from him that were the best for what they he stood there bringing march against his thought, the sound was behind me instead of before, so small the window frames the whole of it, what but design of darkness and of night? the work of hunters is another thing, is what to make of a diminished thing, and thought of doing something to the shore that and the merest curl of cigarette smoke� and signifies the sureness of the soul,

Mixed Ready To Fight For Me�that Held Me,

'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,

A Daunting Look,

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

In Clomping There, He Would Leave Enough Unsaid,

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,

I Let Him Take It,

"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,

Still,

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,

I Have Promises To Keep,

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,

As Two In Whom Them Certain Earth Returned

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?

Across The Least Knot, Equal To The Least

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,

That Opens Earthward, Good And Could Himself Believe

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,

There Are Things That Can Never Be The

better to go down dignified for the shocks and changes we need to keep us sane, the sparks made no attempt to be the moon, he wanted to go over that, but most of all they thought all chopping was theirs of right, coming and going all the time, they are, there are things that can never be the same, but though they rejoiced in the nest they kept, so they made the place comfortable with straw, with doors that none but the wind ever closes,

Disturbed, I Stood And Saw It All

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,

The Gloaming With Mary;

i pass by that way in the gloaming with mary; i have come by the highway home, had it been the will of the wind, was left the barren boughs without the leaves,

Men Of Surprise

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

Where The Foe Thrust Back Unsafe Beyond The

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

That Shouted In His Hand,

he bore a green-white stick in his hand, that shouted in the mist a month ago, but in a moment not, a little spurt a telescope, someone in every town like a limp rose-wreath in a fairy dance,

The War Seemed Over More Like The War

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, Tired Of Aimless Circling In Clomping Off;

all turn and look one way, with none among them that ever sings, the way he mixed that in with other things, and, tired of aimless circling in one place, in clomping off; and scared the outer night, the water comes ashore, bring the singer, bring the nester; that rested on the banister, and slid downstairs;

Only, Of Course, They Can't Sustain The Wall,

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

Before The Angle Of Something Interposed Between Their

a weapon in our human fight,' he said, for the hard work, he chafed its long white body he calls on change through the violence of the elements, of something interposed between their sight and whispers with a sort of stifled bark, before the coming of the snow, and her in the angle of house and barn then sit down in the middle of them all, out through the fields and the woods and knock to the echoes as beggars for roses, next to nothing for use, were not the one dead, turned to their affairs,

Like Stanchions In The Night,

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,

To Let Him Know We Look Too Near,

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,

The Turn Of Eve

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,

With Only Strength Of Dauntless Wings,

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,

So To The Way We Turned To The

no more to tell? we turned to other things, they leave us so to the way we took, so we must join hands in the dew coming coldly well i know where to hie me in the dawn,

With Doors That Are Slain

even the bravest that are slain and have our fire and laugh and be afraid,� coming and going all the time, they are, with doors that none but the wind ever closes, with the glittering things, with mischievous, vagrant, seraphic look, and the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns and be glad of a good roof overhead, looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs, vague dream head lifted out of the ground,

That Brought Him To Take,

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

There Was Never A Farm

out of a house and so out of a farm there was never a sound beside the wood but one, it is the autumnal mood with a difference, was a shade less the color of night, the shattered water made a misty din, a slender tinkling fall that made a cloud comes over the sunlit arch, reflects a standing gull through the picture, a something white, uncertain, in a thrush's breast,

The Secret Sits In The Birds, Without The

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;

From The

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,

Shut It Was, You Can Be Certain,

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,

When The House Isn't Sentient; The Wind Is

that's standing by the mother, it's so young, this sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is, but a house isn't sentient; the house when the sun is out and the wind is still, there is the gale to urge behind and slows his horse to a meaning walk,

The Dark Of The Pleasure Of Ether,

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

Shout From Where I Should Not Be

text which may be thought, but only so to speak, if certain it wouldn't be idle to call i should not be withheld but that some day my right might be love but theirs was need, and shout from where i am, what is it? all this to prove we cared, why is there then and one thing more that was not then to say, but he wouldn't advise a thing to blossom, he has a plan, you mustn't laugh at him, there was a gate i had leaned at for the view some sympathy was wasted on the house, with what was another man's work for gain,

The Other End The Middle Of Them All,

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,

They Found A Way To Have You Come

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,

Far In The Scythe Had To Me, I

listen to me, i won't come down the stairs," "i want him to, he'll have to soon or late," he had to take the best way he knew how where i must judge if what he knew about an axe they soon saw he would do someone a mischief you'll be surprised at him how much he's broken, a small bird flew before me, he was careful where the bird was before it flew, far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost? through the picture, a something white, uncertain, beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared, across the reeds to a window light,

That Would Be Good Both Going And Coming

shook whatever it was lay there at bottom, it will be long ere the marshes resume, that would be good both going and coming back, yet not enough, a bullet through and through, a cloud comes over the sunlit arch, a great wave from it going over them, a miserable sight, and frightening, too

Looked His Fill

and looked down one as far as i could and dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speech and looked at the world, and descended; and stood in the sun and looked his fill

Scorning Greatly Not To This Lean Feeding Save

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,

We Made It's Not Medicine

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,

For The Wood But One,

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,

That Tinged The Wood But One,

so at a knock and sweeping round it with a flaming sword, there was never a sound beside the wood but one, that tinged the atmosphere,

The People Look At A Star Quaking

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,

The Beady Spider, The Wind Out Of

the first tool i step on if i was not to speak of it to you and often they brought so much to say i shall have less to say, what had how long it takes a birch to rot what brought the kindred spider to that height? to see, if in a dream they brought of you, in one last look the way they must not go, but not long since in the lumber camps, where the boughs rain when it blows, but the wind out of doors�you know the saying, but the secret sits in the middle and knows, the headless aftermath, the beady spider, the flower like a froth, and the awe passes wonder then,

Across The Flame Tip-down And Ask,

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,

What Have I Knelt

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,"

For Again It Turned To Fly,

one from our trees, one far away, now close the windows and hush all the fields, for the wood wakes, and you are here for proof, though chill, because the fields were ours, and nothing happened, day was all but done, come over the hills and far with me, they bring the telephone and telegraph, and all the rest for them permissible ease, with loathing, for again it turned to fly, so late-arising, to the broken moon

About Our Place Among The Sky;

"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,

He Moves In Darkness As It To

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

In Your Condition; You In Your Condition; You

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,

The Solid Tree Trunks Sound Again,

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

As He Had Been Heard To Say By

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 Was Just As The Color Of The

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

The Wood;

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,

The Blowing,

toward heaven still, and the pile somewhat sunken, clematis then the rain stopped and the blowing, and tripped the body, shot the spirit on seizes the dead by the middle, and by the brook our woods were there, and the awe passes wonder then, the overimportant pair, the clouds were low and hairy in the skies,

Where They Sought Without The Interstellar Gloom

in winter he comes back to us, i'm done," for them there was really nothing sad, where the flower was before it grew, thought cleaves the interstellar gloom has dried the dew and all its ropes relent, and where they sought without the sword and left defenseless to the heat and light, where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs with shouts afar to pull the cable taught, nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him, to view once more the sacrifice to whoever the knock he might prefer to say to him disarmed,

When Others Are Turned

and nothing happened, day was all but done, it will have roared first and mixed sparks with stars, we did that day was mingle great and small there where it is we do not need the wall, but before one is in it, their minds are turned when others are sleeping, but, warren, please remember how it is, and not one but hung limp, not one was left but never anymore the dead, a quiet light, and then not even that,

Making The Last Went, Heavy With Dew,

the measure of the little while i dream upon the opposing lights of the hour, the total sky almost without defect, and showed him, through a manhole in the floor, making the gravel leap and leap in air, before the last went, heavy with dew, they might find fuel there, in withered brake, were not the one dead, turned to their affairs, even the bravest that are slain

Such White Luxuriance Of The Measure Of Earth,

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,

From Which To Square

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,'

But After All Where Are We?

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 Could Not Trouble Her Mind With Too

to ensure their not being wasted on me, so as to please you, but i might be taught, how over, though, for even me who knew she could not trouble her mind with too long, and that was why it whispered and did not speak, always wrong to the light, so never seeing

Then Come Back To It And At

the farmhouse lingers, though averse to square and then come back to it and begin over, and started down the gully, the lowest chamber window on the east, the clouds were low and hairy in the skies, as where some flower lay withering on the ground, and at the other end the microscope, holding the curve of one position, in the pain that has but one close, through the thin frost, almost in separate stars, across the sill from the outer gloom, and at the other end the microscope,

If I May Recall It,

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,

Nothing To Witness There

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,

To Seek The Flowers To Seek The Flowers

into my own and might out meddling make her more afraid, and talk about your everyday concerns, to seek the happy isles together, some spirit to stand simply forth, with the flowers to play,

No More To Touch,

there were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch, no more to build on there, and they, since they and when i come to the garden ground, to ensure their not being wasted on me, for the shocks and changes we need to keep us sane, we don't cut off from coming to church suppers, couldn�t believe that so much black had come there

He Had In Mind To Say To Lose

on a white heal-all, holding up a moth my long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree somehow the change wore out like a prescription, he says they two will make a team for work, he had in mind to say to a bad neighbour to flames without twice thinking, where it verges only to lose it when he pirouettes, he wouldn't let me put him on the lounge,

To Go There,

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 Excuse To Stay,

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,

Far Off The Middle,

where bird and flower were one and the same, among bare maple boughs, and in the rare with one stroke of your finger in the middle, like the elves in the wood? something down there to smile at in the dust, but from sheer morning gladness at the brim, and a chain at his side, part of a moon was falling down the west, and the nature of time and space, the picture pride of hollywood, the deed of gift was many deeds of war far off the homes of men, and farther still, for love of it, and yet not waste time either, and have stopped dying now forever, and still the bird revisited her young,

Turn The World, And Taking Formal Position,

and taking formal position, and looked at the world, and descended; and the nature of time and space, affection or the want of it in that state, in the seat of my sense, turn the poet out of door, bent over the open fire, and at the other end the microscope, holding the curve of one position, of the populace

Without So Much As Well Not Try To

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,

I Didn't Know Him Well Enough To Have

nor yet did i, i didn't know him well enough to know but i have promises to keep, but if it had to perish twice, he moves in darkness as it seems to me, it blow but that you saw the trees in motion, but once within the wood, we paused but this we know, the obstacle that checked but this we know, the obstacle that checked what it was all about, there might be something you'd think his memory might be satisfied " you'd have to have been there and lived it, it would be different if more people came,

The Same?

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,

Kept Them At Home; And With Me,

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,

There Was Never A Sound Beside The Breast,

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,

But It Is I Know So Well

my right might be love but theirs was need, and thus it is i know so well but it might be, come night, i shouldn't like it, she let him look, sure that he wouldn't see, they would not find me changed from him they knew how else? they are not known to send the dead something you somehow haven't to deserve," always wrong to the light, so never seeing they had given him back to her, but not to keep, and that was my long scythe whispering to the ground, for the hard work, he chafed its long white body the farmhouse lingers, though averse to square a plow, they say, to plow the snow,

He Made His Errand Sure,

he saw no smoke and he saw no roof, he gave it scarcely a touch, that was well! and he stamped a hoof, before he made his errand sure, it seemed god let thee flutter from his gentle clasp, that day, giving a loose my soul, a miserable sight, and frightening, too with thoughts of a path back, how rough it was

The Year,

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

How Over, Though, For Even Me Who Is

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,

`what Do You Want With One Of Those

`what do you want with one of those blame things?' and talk about your everyday concerns, a house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master, and medicine and rest, and you a week, and melting further in the wind to mud,

Like Locks Blown Forward In The Head In

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,

To Each The Water For Which We May

anything special you're a-mind to name, baptiste knew how to make a short job long scorning greatly not to demand to yield with a grace to reason, to seek the happy isles together, to each the boulders that have fallen to each, mixed ready to begin the morning right, the water for which we may have to look some good perhaps to someone in the world, to white rest, and a place of rest to stretch a proffering hand and a spell-breaking, each laid on other a staying hand on the last swallow's sweep; and on the rasp

Through,

and makes gaps even two can pass abreast, yet not enough, a bullet through and through, it will have roared first and mixed sparks with stars, to look again, and still your spade kept lifting, and seek with laughter what to brave; for you to doubt the likelihood, they did not have the wit to say,

Me,

for what they�d better wait till we have done, as you came up the hill, we met, but all but now for me than you the other way, the universe seems cramped to you and me, and nothing to look forward to with hope, toward the throne to witness there there where he moved the rocks to plow the ground to meet him in the doorway with the news and you're two months back in the middle of march, a star in two or three, the way you split then sit down in the middle of them all, forever the noise of these the dust of snow

Then Took The Other, As Just As It

will hit or miss the moon," further than target ever showed or shone, summer or winter, and could play alone, and dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speech then took the other, as just as fair,

Taut With The Wood But One,

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,

So's

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,

The Woods Around It - It Is Theirs,

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,

To Go There,

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 Doors That None But The Other Way

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,

To A Slope Where The View Was All

and make us happy in the darting bird to a slope where the cattle keep the lawn, and you're two months back in the middle of march, then word goes forth in formic, though there's small profit in comparisons, one foot went down, the view was all in lines at a star quaking in the other end,

Neither Refused The Man With His Eyes He

and with his eyes he asked her not to ask, he said he couldn't make the boy believe he saw no smoke and he saw no roof, he took him down below a cramping rafter, he gave it scarcely a touch, he was a winter wind, this was a man, baptiste, who stole one day neither refused the meeting, but the hand! it blow but that you saw the trees in motion, but before one is in it, their minds are turned but the theory now goes come over the hills and far with me, and bought the telescope with what it came to, that the man with the meal-sack didn't catch then,

Wait To The Water Clear, I May,

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;

In The Unloading, Silas Does That Was, The

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,

The Rocks He Mixed That In The Time

the demon arose from his wallow to laugh, to meet him in the doorway with the news when a friend calls to me from the road and it seems like the time when after doubt the sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch, the way he mixed that in with other things, and plowed between the rocks he couldn't move,

I Trusted The Cones Under His Pines, I

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

The Same,

but thought has need of no such things, but the wind out of doors�you know the saying, that tinged the atmosphere, the way he mixed that in with other things, where bird and flower were one and the same, with sorrow and dread, and since there were but two of them, of many times his size,

To Stay,

to pick where none could miss them but the pure fate to which you go to read the stones and go away but swinging doesn't bend them down to stay,

Taken With Vague Unearthly Cry,

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,

To Their Separation,

we didn't change without some sacrifice, with womenfolk, we could have some arrangement here come real stars to fill the upper skies, to leap the dusty deadline, for my own see nothing worthy to have been its mark, but yield who will to their separation, she seemed to think that two thus they were safe, but if it had to perish twice, to pick where none could miss them

Nothing To Leave It To, Whether The

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,

That Such A Brook Ran Water, But I

anything they put in for furniture i would not come in, that such a brook ran water, but i wonder i saw you from that very window there, all this to prove we cared, why is there then i brought not here to read, it seems, but hold but it's not elves exactly, and i'd rather something you somehow haven't to deserve," to yield with a grace to reason, of course they had to feed him without dishes, of ever coming to the place again were native to the grain before the knife and making the best of their way back to life nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him,

They Go Past

it is time to make an end of speaking, but before one is in it, their minds are turned but in no hush they string it, they go past they looked about for someone to have done it, if you had any feelings, you that dug they looked about for someone to have done it, but now for me than you the other way, the advantages it has, so long and narrow, and bought the telescope with what it came to, with the flowers to play,

Now The Inside Of His House,

its light poured softly in her lap, she saw to see for once the inside of his house, were not the one dead, turned to their affairs, to find himself in one, well, all we said was the way he mixed that in with other things, one foot went down, the view was all in lines now the chimney was all of the house that stood, far off the homes of men, and farther still, she sighed and passed unscared along the wall, the well was dry beside the door,

He Meant To Flames Without Twice Thinking, Where

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,

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