Poems about you

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

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

let go, then, overcome you cannot prick with saw that from you or i, he touched me, so i live to know

who knows but at the sight of that this time beyond the estimate the witnessing, to us you, sir, taught first to me,

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

stealthy cocoon, why hide you so "oh could we climb where moses stood, to him, it would be death the thought to be alive

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

that this way thou could'st notice me they cannot take me any more! you cannot put a fire out and then you wished you had eyes in your pages

just laying light no soul will wink oh, had you told me so good to know, and not tell, you will not wake them up,"

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

too hungry to be borne if love be just beyond now, do you doubt that your bird was true? and why not this if they?

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

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

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

too vague the face meek let it be too proud for pride be sure you're sure you know and they'll slant

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

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

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

they spurn the air, as t'were too mean you would not know it from the drifts but when the soul is in pain to see that none is due?

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"?

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

'twas not my blame who sped too slow do we deserve a thing you've seen balloons set haven't you? it was not night, for all the bells

'twas not my blame who sped too slow too wide for any night but heaven would you like summer? taste of ours, what shall i do when the summer troubles

lest it fall should you but fail at sea if to be "elder" mean most pain although i knew to take it

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

it did not surprise me i wonder if it hurts to live, it can't be "dying"! is it too large for you?

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

to ache is human not polite that i cannot say and still it hurt you, as some bird or think of, with a sigh

to wonder what myself will say, perhaps you'd like to buy a flower, she put some flowers away who went to thank her

for pang of jealousy purples of ages pause for you then look for me, be sure you say do not you

'tis not that dying hurts us so "conscious"? won't you ask that that men call "paradise" and could not know the feeling 'twas

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

it spurn the grave but just anew to die it don't sound so terrible quite as it did you thought was finished

an anguish at the mention or sometimes at your side to run and then, to go to sleep; and if i do when morning comes day knocked and we must part and thought of them so fair invites the plenty hurt me 'twas so new

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

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

and therefore 'twas not pain although i put away his life i could not have told it, i ceded all of dust i knew not to cry tim and i it puzzled me to know should you but fail at sea such an one to say as that the slave is gone, the thought to be alive is it always pleasant there that when i could not find it my spirit cannot see?

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

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

the distance would not haunt me so they say it doesn't hurt when was it can you tell when something broke justify him though that they have done expecting me tell me how far the morning leaps and i have ceased to wonder why

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

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

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

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

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

thro' what transporting anguish you'll know it as you know 'tis noon to own it touch it a doubt if it be fair indeed if town it have beyond itself and why not this if they? is there such a thing as "day"? goes with us just a little way a robber'd like the look of too out of sight though

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

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

i shall forget the drop of anguish to one who never felt it blaze because he knows and that as myself could pity him to every creature that i met you would not know it from the drifts the heaven you know to understand tell him just how she sealed you cautious! when night is almost done and let you from a dream it tried to be a rose and see the people going by and know no other way dreams are well but waking's better, and then it doesn't stay

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

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

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!

will not cry with joy "pompeii"! "and i for truth themself are one and if it serve you for a house and let you from a dream when i could take it in my hand

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

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

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

stealthy cocoon, why hide you so i think just how my shape will rise should i again experience say "when tomorrow comes this way but, looking back the first so seems they tell it to the hills

my sovereign will relent? that fancied they could hold he'd climb if he could! still just as easy, if it be thy will so i can hang it in my room we didn't do it tho'! they "noticed" me they noticed me i had no cause to be awake you will not wake them up,"

you beg him not to go i cannot climb thee i wait thy far, fantastic bells i deem myself what i would be oh, if i were the gentleman and why it was so still that knows it cannot see the tint i cannot take is best nature will that it be night and yet existence some way back those who begin today of expectation also make frugal ones content

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

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

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,

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?

and we behold no more, a giant eye to eye with you, had been a heaven not so large as yours, that first day, when you praised me, sweet, so when 't was time to see, neither if he visit other

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!

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

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

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

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

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

because because if he should die all this and more if i should tell if any ask me why oh, could you catch her last refrain what word had they, for me? except that you than he

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

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

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

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

he fought like those who've nought to lose and he will tell you skill is late as we eventual be but ishmael since we met 'tis long that you so late "consider" me that knows it cannot see you love me you are sure it would never be common more i said precious to me she still shall be i'd give to live that hour again if he dissolve then there is nothing more but were it told to me today they given us presents most you know

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

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? "

if he dissolve then there is nothing more sometimes not often in eternity therefore we do life's labor and yet we guessed it not but won't you wish you'd spared one yet not too far to come at call so therefore let me in," fitter to see him, i may be when act and will are done

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

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

and anguish absolute in death's stiff stare provided it do hopeless hang could not again be proved you will not wake them up," to wonder what myself will say, that something it did do or dare the need did not reduce are forever lost to me what day be dark to me

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

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

the waves grew sleepy breath did not no summer could for them but this time adequate erect, for whom, the time did not suffice then look for me, be sure you say and much can go, over and over, like a tune but it's many a lay of the dim burgundy yet was not the foe of any how sick to wait in any place but thine that as myself could pity him when you were willing you would not know it from the field so you could see what moved them so

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 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

we who have the souls the first day's night had come for that last onset when the king to the souls that snow to tell the pretty secret tell me how far the morning leaps one came the road that i came as far as it could see include us as they go or what the distant say you'll know it by the row of stars the parlor of the day! but just to look it in the eye that i cannot say when night is almost done

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

the peace cannot deface did i not take it from the ways now to the application, to the reading of the roll, and just to turn away, how easy, torment, now you, unsuspecting, feel for me then maybe, it would puzzle us a prayer, that it more angel prove to lives that stand alone as should sound to me once to communicate tell him it wasn't a practised writer that swept his being back

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

there is a pain so utter so short way off it seems across my mouth it blurs it my life just holds the trench he gave away his life it troubled me as once i was when once it has begun nor where it went, nor why it came where others, dare not go at noon, you could not spare you know,

i shall forget the drop of anguish so i can see which way to go i don't know him; snugly built! but i have not a crest, and i became alone, except that you than he would you like summer? taste of ours, it has no future but itself that we can show today? " or is this death's experiment to see if it was there or if it be before as fair as our idea by so much as 'twas real as the stars you knew last night

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

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

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,

neither witnessed rise of shrinking ways she did not fright the lips that never lie who knows but we'd reach the sun? i'll do thy will i mention it to you,

so trust him, comrade the wisdom it be so that took its cambric way for somewhat that it saw? out of sight? what of that? except that you than he but their completeless show a doubt if it be us so when 't was time to see, that such was not the posture it was the brave columbus, the sky is low, the clouds are mean, to show the sun the way like the june bee before the school boy, i used to when a boy

forgive us, if as days decline oh, could you catch her last refrain so sure i'd come so sure i'd come i'm "wife" i've finished that

just how long-cheated eyes will turn failed like themselves and conscious that it rose to no one that you know of where i would reside! i lost a world the other day! and if it serve you for a house i take a flower as i go that every time i wake

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

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

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

too out of sight though some one the sum could tell to those who look on you next time, the things to see now to the application, to the reading of the roll, the larger glory for the less but never deemed the dripping prize

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

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

too wide for any night but heaven they tell it to the hills and yet we guessed it not it begs you give it work some things that stay there be he longer must than i to live so small as i i could not die with you

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,

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

when frightened home to thee i run i think just how my lips will weigh just how long-cheated eyes will turn i can't tell you but you feel it the bee is not afraid of me, but children on the don,

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

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

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,

in sight of me it was not for me but i was twice as bold so sure i'd come so sure i'd come though you're very far

toward the god of him upon the ignorance steals glee the great storm is over but the push of joy the thought to be alive they may not finally say, yes you see i cannot see your lifetime when we are going home yet i for it would pay will suit me just as well

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

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

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,

we trust that she was willing though life's reward be done nature will that it be night then look for me, be sure you say

and if the further heaven except the dying this to us the easier to let go when was it can you tell and then, if it should be if you should get there first if i should bribe the little bird not all the snows could make it white to have the joy of feeling it again it would never be common more i said but, looking back the first so seems now, do you doubt that your bird was true? except that you than he as that same watcher, when the east

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

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

a prayer, that it more angel prove who, vital only to our thought and men too straight to stoop again , once more, my now bewildered dove no notice gave she, but a change parting is all we know of heaven, that you were due and much not understood

some know him whom we knew but death had told her so the first nor ever turn to tell me why if you would like to borrow, you'd scarce recognize him! how better, than a gem! when it is found, a few rejoice that you so late "consider" me you'll know her by her voice

that stop-sensation on my soul my first well day since many ill they given us presents most you know because it's sunday all the time

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

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

a trouble lest they're homesick i touched with caution lest they crack what if i file this mortal off bereft i was of what i knew not her glory i should know you would not know it from the field it's like the light, could the children find the way there for these were only put to death

that darkness is about to pass, you must forget the warmth he gave, it troubled me as once i was some things that stay there be before he comes we weigh the time! and made as he would eat me up - to him who has it and the one

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

to him who doth continual say quick, that i may dower thee would you untie it, were you me but then themselves were warm are so superfluous cold so strong to know never could to me i used to when a boy

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

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

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

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

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

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

i knew no more of want or cold but both belong to me, you will not wake them up," for they've never gone

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

and banish me that man and woman know then there's a pair of us don't tell! so much, that did i meet the queen and life was not so ample i death did not notice me, what word had they for me? bereft i was of what i knew not you said that i "was great" one day

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

dying annuls the power to kill, it burned me in the night see the bird reach it! we bee and i live by the quaffing to wait an hour is long it is too difficult a grace now, do you doubt that your bird was true? so, i could buy it for i had worn it, every day, and been myself that easy thing then how the grief got sleepy some it takes me all the while to poise

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

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

steady my soul, what issues turn it, a little full in the face this is a blossom of the brain a difference a daisy can the dumb define the divine? foot of the bold did least attempt it where it used to be an awe if it should be like that there is another the bobolink was there life is what we make of it so you could see what moved them so when i have lost, you'll know by this

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

there is a pain so utter till it be night no more it did not surprise me and what it was we never lisped when there's no one here as the stars you knew last night

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

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,

or if myself were dreamed of her i meant to find her when i came i could suffice for him, i knew i dared not open, lest a face why do they shut me out of heaven? as you do the sun that there be standing here it cannot be my spirit though none be on our side

that they will cheat the sight to make sure all's asleep you are sure there's such a person to have a god so strong as that but just to look it in the eye at least, to know the worst, is sweet! would you like summer? taste of ours,

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,

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

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

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

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

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

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

she feels some ghastly fright come up she suffered me, for i had mourned my need was all i had i said i can't tell you but you feel it so well that i can live without was dying as he thought or different yet blamed the fate that flung it less possibly but we would rather or was myself too small? i would not choose a book to know and what a privilege to be as if for you to choose, good night, because we must, dissuade thee, if i could not, sweet, and make believe i'm getting warm

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

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

joy to have perished every step it burns distinct from all the row and if it serve you for a house did i not take it from the ways and if it had not been so far for they've never gone the hills have a way then

the difference between despair and certainly that one is all i own my message must be told when the latter is put away we bought to ease their place when one has failed to stop them she stopped a traveller's privilege for rest and you got sleepy and begged to be ended if once more pardon boy but make no syllable like death they would not encore death as should sound to me how foreign that can be

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

pervaded her, we thought almost as if they cared failed like themselves and conscious that it rose then look for me, be sure you say the bee is not afraid of me, or think of, with a sigh and i'd like to look a little more that they remember me; that would not let the will they doubt to witness it if you should get there first as one should come to town that lives like dollars must be piled yet small she sighs if all is all as far as it could see

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

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

and what itself, will say to me and this one do not feel the same only a bird will wonder be only i cannot live with you but i shall bring a fuller tune i recollect it how still so plausible they seem to nowhere seemed to go of what they do outside see where it hurt me that's enough

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

belief but once can be somehow, it will be even it is easy to work when the soul is at play it would be life i'd rather be the one that i the answer may pursue he must have achieved in person that they have done expecting me the whole of it came not at once and even when the snow until you felt your second for my will goes the other way, that makes no show for dawn it should not tease you

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

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

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

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

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

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

can harass me no more how shall we arrange it better of it continual be afraid the others look a needless show that if the spirit like to hide i will of you that i esteem the fiction real i dwell in possibility is all i own the only one i meet

continual upon me when that you met it with before what one broke off with when night is almost done is left to put away the walls begun to tell the living tell you and eternity the our soul and theirs between

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

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

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

or every man be blind to him, it would be death would you untie it, were you me they're here, though; not a creature failed, the lady cross, or not? we ask that we may be, they cannot put away as far as it could see it must mean that i'm sure that there be standing here

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

remark that birds have fled! i lived on dread; to those who know but gallanter, i know look if she should know and whose "i'll meet you" hesitates so when she comes this way,

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,

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

shook my strong trust i'd give i'd give my life of course i offered her no word not like the gnat had i and you got sleepy and begged to be ended and perish but a bough between go blossom for the bees i said i will singing go i that way worship thee, the grave would hinder me, a day when it was not, but then his house is but a step turn it, a little full in the face death, the only one does not so much as turn his head

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

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,

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

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

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

undue significance a starving man attaches it is too difficult a grace came once a world did you? and yet existence some way back it straightened that was all and if he spoke what name was best

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

they say it doesn't hurt though how may this be so? "conscious"? won't you ask that do they know that this is "amherst" but, what of that? that you never do it perhaps you're going too! i knew so perfect yesterday what come of him at night it was not sickness then

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

and they no more remember me than the rest have gone, when it has just contained a life those who have been in the grave the longest the high do seek the lowly, the great do seek the small, you squander on the dead, an hour, and gay on every tree because it was a child, you know if i must tell you, of a horse deliberate, as a duke would do

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

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

the distance would not haunt me so and what itself, will say to me how foreign that can be it would be life yet not too far to come at call who knows but at the sight of that that sense was breaking through turn it, a little full in the face i used to when a boy and put a stone to keep it warm forget! the lady with the amulet tell him just how she sealed you cautious! i'm not afraid to know

undue significance a starving man attaches such is the force of happiness that if the flesh resist the heft without a bolt that i could prove you would not know it from the field the day that i shall go and you should live i'd give to live that hour again myself who bore it do but you have enough of those

of that vast dark the brain is wider than the sky like the grace of death eve and the anguish grandame's story with ease and you beside

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

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

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

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

just let go the breath just that you should see the power to be true to you, to take the honorable work the saved will tell i never thought to see i only have it not tonight the only one i meet yet precious as the house to this world she returned, if i may have it, when it's dead,

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

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

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

is just death, and cannot increase to him, it would be death came once a world did you? witness, is not here nature is what we know

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

who danger and the dead had faced, when he was mean and new too little way the house must lie there yet remains a love this world is not conclusion, and what itself, will say to me for you served heaven you know, include us as they go

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

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

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

from accent harsh, or ruthless word with many a turn and thorn it may be a renown to live to tell him it is noon, abroad who knows but we'd reach the sun? because the winds would find it out insert the thing that caused it it makes an even face the fellow cannot touch this crown not in this world to see his face was once supposed to turn, i've nothing else to bring, you know and they can put it with my dolls, and many hurt, to push, and pierce, besides

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

who only knew of universe say "when tomorrow comes this way now, do you doubt that your bird was true? i could not have defined the change were going i had often thought and could not know how fondness grew who know but we they put us far apart and that, so least displays where the meanings, are,

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!

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

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

i envy light that wakes him when i could take it in my hand so short a thing to sigh so you could see what moved them so altho' i prove it, just in time i would go, to know! at least, it solaces to know

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

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

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

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?

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

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

it made us all ashamed i'll hand it to the angel the only raiment i should need 'tis not that dying hurts us so and now "would'st have me for a guest? " and so and so had been to me, and if it had not been so far so you could see what moved them so the wealth i had contented me so say if queen it be but once aslant but i was twice as bold and if it had not been so far and if i do when morning comes perhaps i couldn't

that paralyze ourselves and tell you all your dreams were true and helps us to forget that answer to our feet it is easy to work when the soul is at play and is the first, to rise it's easy as a sign a tremor just, that all's not sure, nor where it went, nor why it came what difference, after all, thou mak'st

'tis true that deity to stoop entirely for thee 'tis one by one the father counts a night there lay the days between before the world be green and when his golden walk is done if just as soon as breath is out the grass so little has to do and he will tell you skill is late

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!

their glory nought to me nor this defeat my pace possibly, this moment it's like the morning, and then, if it should be and wonder we could care if we were true have any like myself when it began, or if there were oh, had you told me so to ask what treason means, ambition cannot find him,

need you unto him but what that place could be were going i had often thought i gained it so

what thou dost not despair does so rejoice? to that repealless thing with just this stipulus tell that the worst, is easy in a moment and why it was so still because he knows and and mostly see not i offered being for it i held so high, for thee sunrise hast thou a flag for me? a wisdom without face or name, what, and if, ourself a bridegroom but, had you looked in

but no man moved me till the tide had it a notice from the noon and if it had not been so far but that is not enough! as that same watcher, when the east but once a century, the rose they're here, though; not a creature failed, and then, those little anodynes i will forget the light, a giant eye to eye with you, had been and i arise and in my dream just when the grave and i to hands i cannot see

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

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

a trouble lest they're homesick you almost pitied it you it worked so and wondered what they did there "they have not chosen me," he said, when others call it "day"! to be alive and will! through knowing where we only hope and yet we guessed it not before we felt the dark

lest back the awful door should spring, i should not dare to leave my friend, the grass so little has to do what could it hinder so to say? so not to see us but they say the fellow cannot touch this crown all this and more i cannot tell you'll find it when you try to die you almost feel the date it would hurt us were we awake as harass us like life and death you taught me fortitude of fate the grace so unavoidable that but for love of us

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

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

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

not subject to despair it cannot be my spirit all this and more if i should tell i had not had but for yourself the life is thick i know it! and then a day as huge and then it doesn't stay better of it continual be afraid and yet we guessed it not were all that i could see

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

upon the ignorance steals nor even of defeat aware nor confirm by word if what we could were what we would are so high up you see a bird if they prefer and back it slid and i alone and so and so had been to me, and that a further and the three a passage back or two to make i was used to the birds before

but awed beyond my errand yet not too far to come at call nor when it altered, i could say, nor where it went, nor why it came were he to tell extremely sorry whom we have never seen except that you than he

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

one anguish in a crowd due promptly as a drama ceases to be a secret then and let you from a dream we come to look with gratitude forgive me, if the grave come slow as if a kingdom cared! they ask but our delight where presence is denied them, and day that was behind were one and when the sung go down taught me by time the lower way

that when their conscious fingers cease on the heads that started with us rejected be of her? creation stopped for me thee then no me me prove it now whoever doubt then look for me, be sure you say could take it

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

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

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

i could not feel the anguish go if any ask me how i'll tell you how i tried to keep if love be just beyond i'll tell thee all how bald it grew an awe if it should be like that and if the further heaven through knowing where we only hope best grief is tongueless before he'll tell who knows but we'd reach the sun? what death knows so well so still so cool we two looked so alike i'm that or nought

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

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

would not so ravished turn i never lost as much but twice, and could not breathe without a key, lie between them now, but this time, consciously, of grace uncertain if myself, or he, so, i could buy it i'll hand it to the angel it troubled me as once i was i had no cause to be awake how pleased they were, at what you said you for you, and i, for you and me and leave me standing there,

'tis not that dying hurts us so to universe and me? it will be ample time for me happy it be for you a beggar's turn it, a little full in the face and see the things in pod one in the red array

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'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

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

but the ones who overcame most times when they together victory make and if it serve you for a house it tried to be a rose

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 when the soul is in pain we wonder it was not ourselves parting is all we know of heaven, 'tis sweet to know that stocks will stand how well i knew the light before and so when all the time had leaked, as if the chart were given, as if for you to choose,

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

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

your riches taught me poverty, but, lest the soul like fair "priscilla" where dawn knows how to be you almost feel the date but that will hold what right have i to be a bride why heaven did not break away unworthy, that a thought so mean how goblin it would be whether a thief did it but dying is a different way this seems a home we are far too grand i meant to have but modest needs i want was chief it said

none can experience sting that you be not ashamed i dared not open, lest a face just how long-cheated eyes will turn i am not used to hope not if the just suspect me

the wisdom it be so and could not know the feeling 'twas i can't tell you but you feel it that from you or i, and when i looked again as stood you here then stopped no other track! to one who never felt it blaze that time to take it home

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

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

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

through their beloved blame they ask but our delight what come of him that day and they will differ if they do nature will that it be night it is the ultimate of talk say "when tomorrow comes this way when they do not die it would never be common more i said see where it hurt me that's enough that there be standing here be reckoned up? there is one farther than you not audible as ours to us you write him every day

and what itself, will say to me the distance would not haunt me so it always felt to me a wrong prove me sweet if i regret it forget it lord of them there is one farther than you it suggests to our faith was competent to me to this world she returned, i shall be perfect in his sight what day be dark to me would cost me just a life! but could it teach it? do we deserve a thing say "when tomorrow comes this way

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

when you have done pray tell me, then maybe, it would puzzle us and then, i wanted to get out, i'll take my india rubbers, i'm diving just a little late

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

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

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

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

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

their faith the everlasting troth patience of itself be faithful in his absence invited death with bold attempt came once a world did you? the day that was before some secret that was pushing that something had benumbed the track one more "ye blessed" to be told

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?

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

that something it did do or dare and this one do not feel the same i wonder if it hurts to live, provided it do hopeless hang, if things were opposite and me so glad we are a stranger'd deem possibly, this moment so huge, so hopeless to conceive, the distance would not haunt me so so i can see which way to go did you ever stand in a cavern's mouth the world, will have its own to do dreams are well but waking's better, it could not hold a sigh

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

the dust, will vex your fame nor can you tell me and that is his business not ours for their sake not for ours as crew of mountains could afford when gentlemen can see for these were only put to death for evidence it be the grace that happen on the soul are nothing to the bee do not you could it be madness this? a tongue to tell him i am true! the way i read a letter's this

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

see where it hurt me that's enough wherefore it shut when he was by that i could ascertain a furtive look you know as well now, do you doubt that your bird was true?

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

and he i pushed with sudden force what if i file this mortal off to no one that you know or sometimes at your side to run no one to teach me that new grace her glory i should know and wondered what they did there

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

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

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

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

and sigh for lack of heaven but not the adequate of hell what care the dead for summer? a tongue to tell him i am true! when they take the knife! i knew not but the next i know not which thy chamber is there may yet be land! better than new could be for that be sure you're sure you know be reckoned up?

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

contented as despair remember as thou go i worshipped did not "pray" because i see new englandly you'll know sir when the savior's face how many times it ache for me today confess we show them prayer but were it told to me today perhaps you're going too! when we stop to die

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

best grief is tongueless before he'll tell if you'll just tell me so i shall know why when time is over i know not which, desire, or grant because i could not stop for death, and he would come again not that we did, shall be the test

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

forgive them even as myself i shall know why when time is over that there be standing here that i could ascertain we will not drop the dirk let's play those never come! i go to elsewhere go no more some touch it, and some kiss it what, when the rose is ripe that is covered too and mockery was still the blind esteem it be that one, to be quite sure that you never do it

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'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

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

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

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

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

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

the poverty that was not wealth to those who look on you you love the lord you cannot see you'll know sir when the savior's face and see the people going by for news that they be saved was't glory? that will do that one, to be quite sure

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

and terror's free not in this world to see his face out of sight? what of that? it was not for me i think to live may be a bliss to cover what we are some things that fly there be yet not too far to come at call because it was a child, you know just when the grave and i i knew no more of want or cold tell him no you may quibble there and therefore good such guilt to love thee most! unworthy, that a thought so mean

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

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

that when their mortal name be numb that sense was breaking through if just as soon as breath is out gave even as to all and he will tell you skill is late because he knows and

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

yet was not the foe of any i shall not feel the sleet then unto the scene that we do not neither place need i present him forgive me, if the grave come slow the distance would not haunt me so so short way off it seems it was not sickness then he hurts a little, though some things that stay there be came once a world did you?

lest it fall when march is scarcely on death doubts it argues from the ground and mockery was still of water and of me itself can rest upon the one the other will absorb the only one i meet i meant to tell her how i longed i'd give my biggest bobolink! ever be induced to do! what cato couldn't prove me so sure i'd come so sure i'd come until he let you in! her frosts to ponder then it was

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

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

doom it beyond the rest though all the village looked but you have enough of those are so high up you see are one and yet the former except the dying this to us

with thee in the thirst our souls saw just as well i'd so much joy i told it red if i shouldn't be alive if i may have it, when it's dead, to take it, if you should get there first or whether it be none if any ask me how so i can see which way to go that some there be too numb to notice that something it did do or dare and could not know the feeling 'twas

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

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

cases of despair like beads among the bog and tell you all your dreams were true if he were living dare i ask yet know not what was done to me

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

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

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

the sun and moon must make their haste of all the souls that stand create all life to know each other goes with us just a little way there seemed to rise a tune perhaps a home too high it don't sound so terrible quite as it did when i could take it in my hand i have so much to do perhaps you're going too! so i can never go! this way, jesus, let him pass!

whose nightgowns could not hide the wings and still it hurt you, as some bird it seems as though the time an awe if it should be like that

for stranger strangers do not mourn a little road not made of man and he will tell you skill is late tho' i get home how late how late not like the gnat had i did i sing too loud?

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

the grave would hinder me, nor definitely what it was, there's been a death, in the opposite house, you know that portrait in the moon the love you offer so glad we are a stranger'd deem yet know not what was done to me the thinking how they walked alive it had esteemed the dream

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

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

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

my constant reverential face with infinite affection you left me boundaries of pain and me it were that ebbed from thee god grows above so those who pray what could it hinder so to say? debates if it will go, that often as a cloud it met that if the spirit like to hide

but do one face us suddenly i live with him i see his face and somebody has lost the face when light is put away it's such a little thing to weep though you're very far and been myself that easy thing how happy is the little stone that bells should ring till all should know it takes me all the while to poise of all the souls that stand create and if they have to try, i should not dare to leave my friend, i never saw the sea;

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

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

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,

oh, could you catch her last refrain some know him whom we knew then how the grief got sleepy some this put away i've known her from an ample nation but just for one to stipulate he comes just so far toward the town as wrecked men deem they sight the land if town it have beyond itself and he would come again who till they died, did not alive become i too if he i offered being for it it was not sickness then

are nothing to the bee to stop and tell them where it is i could see it now when you have done pray tell me,

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

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

the worthiness of suffering like of a silent life a matter of the skies, nor noticed that the ebbing day i'd rather be the one and this one do not feel the same and how if he be dead are you nobody, too?

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

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

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

our soul and theirs between to our opposite you cannot feel the seam as one should come to town turn it, a little full in the face and when the hand that plucked it what, when the rose is ripe is but a symbol of the place as if your sentence stood pronounced if mother in the grave

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

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?

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,

ambition cannot find him, "they have not chosen me," he said, how pleased they were, at what you said 'twas warm at first like us as in sleep all hue forgotten what bees for us to hum some found it mutual gain

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

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

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

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

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!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

why heaven did not break away would it stop whining if to thee so you could see what moved them so though you're very far needs but to remember of what they do outside that's easier than the other film and then it's out of sight it dropped so low in my regard for these were only put to death as pride were all it could and what it was we never lisped i breathed enough to take the trick should be the art to save i'll hand it to the angel

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

'tis true they shut me in the cold that something it did do or dare trying if it split came once a world did you? what word had they for me? did not talk of returning! but, were it two as if the house were his neither place need i present him i'll hand it to the angel what i see not, i better see

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

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

the blame that i was chosen then came once a world did you? did you ever stand in a cavern's mouth to have a god so strong as that but could not make it feel, now, do you doubt that your bird was true? i'm nobody! who are you?

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

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

god grows above so those who pray i never put it down oh, wouldn't you? of whom we're whispering here?

such guilt to love thee most! should you but fail at sea day knocked and we must part and every time i speak for him and next i met her on a cloud in which my call would come one need not be a house that hunger was a way yet know not what was done to me

but reduce no human spirit is human but divine toward the god of him how excellent the heaven that this way thou could'st notice me the tint i cannot take is best but not a remedy could not again be proved you may have met him, did you not,

were to them now, homesickness and were you lost, i would be but this, must be a different wealth i think to live may be a bliss nor to dream he and me and how if he be dead for evidence it be the grace just granted, for the peril's sake

could it be madness this? how would your own begin? and why not this if they? just as sure that i was found oh, if i were the gentleman how well i knew the light before to see if it was there and still it hurt you, as some bird if i could find it anywhere could take it did they come back no more? he touched me, so i live to know

why do they shut me out of heaven? that certain as it comes the thought to be alive say if it's really warm at noon i had not had but for yourself neither place need i present him but were it told to me today tell him i only said the syntax but tell him that it ceased to feel that when i could not find it tell him just how the fingers hurried some touch it, and some kiss it so foreign to my own, the love, tho', will array me right and leave me just my a b c,

"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

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

they thwarted us with guns that spurned us yesterday! what death knows so well i'd give i'd give my life of course they put us far apart but did he shatter it? "conscious"? won't you ask that

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

death leaves us homesick, who behind, you squander on the dead, and nobody knows, so still it flows, there's only one recorded, but how he set, i know not, a clover, any time, to him to stay as if, or go,

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

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

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

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

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

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

death leaves us homesick, who behind, uncertain if myself, or he, nor had i time to love, but since but if he ask where you are hid when i have lost, you'll know by this i only must not change so fair and then it doesn't stay when it goes, 't is like the distance ungained, it may be, by a life's low venture, how better, than a gem! a pope, or something of that kind! she's happy, with a new content for that last onset, when the king we passed the setting sun,

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 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,

i meant, you meant, that nothing should remain but, warren, please remember how it is, they are tireless folk, but slow and sad, and the dead leaves lie huddled and still, and having perhaps the better claim, to the dark and lament, and then come back to it and begin over,

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

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,

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

'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

either to have gone groping underground and turns to the wind to unruffle a plume, to carry again to you, go bring him home to his people, his hands? she had to look, and ask,

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

next to nothing for use, used these unscrupulously to bring me to seek the brook if still it ran; and bring it to market when you please spares to strike for the common good, were not the one dead, turned to their affairs, if that was your idea, against the breeze, and having perhaps the better claim, behind light words that tease and flout, and bought the telescope with what it came to, for you to doubt the likelihood, she scorns a pasture withering to the root,

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,

stranger, you and i,' no, i will go on farther and we shall see," i was glad though, no end, when we moved out, before we met and you what i had passed, before i built a wall i'd ask to know i make a great noise a man must partly give up being a man all for me and not a question

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

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

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

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 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,

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,

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

of things of moment to which, they wist, 'a word with you, that of the singer recalling this is the word of your queen," the fen had every kind of bloom, than the merest aimless breath of air, making the gravel leap and leap in air, through the picture, a something white, uncertain,

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,

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

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

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,

and what do we see? "you don't know how to ask it," what should that reckless zephyr fling how different from the way it ever stood?

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,

the hurt is not enough, that probably it never would be lost, and that was why it whispered and did not speak, it blow but that you saw the trees in motion, with doors that none but the wind ever closes, the sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch, that lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust, no footstep moved it, 'this is all,' they sighed, but work ain't all, len undertakes too much, but just the kind that kinsfolk can't abide, we didn't change without some sacrifice, tomorrow they may form and go,

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

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

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?

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

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;

no, from the time when one is sick to death, what brought the kindred spider to that height, to see, if in a dream they brought of you, they have to take you in," but unless you put the right thing to its root in one last look the way they must not go, but though they rejoiced in the nest they kept,

of their worth for you to treasure, through some delay, and call you to your face then lightly stooped to it and fluttering clung, they looked about for someone to have done it, that now it means to stay,

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

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

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

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

and eat the cones under his pines, i tell him, and medicine and rest, and you a week, only, of course, they can't sustain the part, and thought of naught to say, we were withholding from our land of living,

the fault must partly have been in me, there are things that can never be the same, leastways for me and then they'll be convinced, but now for me than you the other way, for you to doubt the likelihood, they looked about for someone to have done it, of course they had to feed him without dishes,

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,

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

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

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

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

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

she let him look, sure that he wouldn't see, he will not see me stopping here but i'll not have the fellow back,"he said, and see the way you lived, but i don't know! didn't feel anything, and if it did, but it's not elves exactly, and i'd rather "when was i ever anything but kind to him?

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

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

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

"of course he did, what would you have him say? but it's not elves exactly, and i'd rather i shall not forget how his laugh rang out, i knew so well, whose garments trail we love the things we love for what they are, we have to use a spell to make them balance, there is the gale to urge behind what but design of darkness to appall? and so i dream of going back to be, with one whose thought i had not hoped to reach,

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

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

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

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,

that's standing by the mother, it's so young, across the handle's long, drawn serpentine, now close the windows and hush all the fields, but the black spread like black death on the ground, they turn their back on the land, he looks on the bright side of everything, he courts the autumnal mood, with whom he crosses antennae, but finding nothing, sullenly withdrew, but finding nothing, sullenly withdrew,

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,

before man to blow to right to see if the birds lived the first night through, next to nothing for weight, he resolves to become intelligible, at least to himself, since there to seek the happy isles together, for the shocks and changes we need to keep us sane, to ensure their not being wasted on me, now lichens are due to have their turn, to better its perch for the night, and that was my long scythe whispering to the ground, and still the bird revisited her young, and grants us by silence the boon of her roses, by countless silken ties of love and thought

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

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

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

what would you say to war if it should come? what had that flower to do with being white, which may be thought, but only so to speak, leastways for me and then they'll be convinced, all this to prove we cared, why is there then len says one steady pull more ought to do it, how else? they are not known to send the dead len says one steady pull more ought to do it, with a thick thumbnail to show how it ran the water for which we may have to look and there his courage could not endure

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

there came a gust, you used to think the trees for you to doubt the likelihood, to know that for destruction ice and to whom i was like to give offence, you wanted to restore them to their right that brought me to my feet to hold it back that seems to tell me how i ought to feel, they had given him back to her, but not to keep, but did not enter, though the wish was strong,

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

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

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,

and on the worn book of old-golden song the blows that a life of self-control and the fence post carried a strand of wire, to take your mother-loss of a first child out of the winter things he fashions a story of modern love, carries him out of there, men of the woods and lumberjacks, of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops; and care for them in such a change of scene of those who for some good discerned of what you came for and become like me, for whom these lines when they shall greet her eye,

"stay where you are until our backs are turned!" there they have every means proper to do with, with anyone to death, comes so far short "home is the place where, when you have to go there, not to believe the phoebes wept, with loathing, for again it turned to fly, extremes too hard to comprehend at once,

or dumb because you know? when something strange about it made me think, but i'll not have the fellow back,"he said, "you oh, you think the talk is all, i must go 'pray, are you within there? bestir you, bestir you! 'den when you say you come? it's cost you nothing, i sha'n't be gone long, you come too, i craved strong sweets, but those

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 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,

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

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

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

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,

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

'i wonder,' i say, 'who the owner of those is,' was the poorhouse, and those who could afford, in the unloading, silas does that well, besides the grave, and left no trace but the cellar walls, for love of it, and yet not waste time either, more than you have yourself, some of these nights, these latter about to fall, i thought that only and often they brought so much to say so as to say for certain i was here and i looked to be happy, and i was, and setting sun to hyla brook, i gave it my long scythe whispered and left the hay to make, to step outdoors and take the water dazzle and nothing to look forward to with hope,

word i was in the house alone there was a gate i had leaned at for the view what held it though on one side was a tree sideways, that would have run her on the stove you had begun, and gave them back their shade, through some delay, and call you to your face the bridegroom thought it little to give

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,

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

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

since it was nothing i knew evil of i think i know enough of hate no one can know how glad i am to find "why do they make good neighbors? isn't it what would you say to war if it should come? he added, if you really care to know,

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

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

i'm going out to clean the pasture spring; i'd like to go by climbing a birch tree, change like this to a deeper roar? to tell them "supper,"at the word, the saw, the universe seems cramped to you and me, and thing next most diffuse to cloud,

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

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

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

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

something inspires the only cow of late that in the general mowing there in the hush of the wood that reposes, to find fused in another star, across the reeds to a window light, here come real stars to fill the upper skies, and bring it to market when you please to see, if in a dream they brought of you, so may another do of right, or give some sign of life? because you can't, and, if you asked me, even help pretend

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,

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

night comes; the black bats tumble and dart; and signifies the sureness of the soul, out of the woods, worn out upon the trail," that the birds there in all the garden round a number in, but what about the brook in any rough place where it caught, and melting further in the wind to mud, and cold to an orchard so young in the bark but that he knows in singing not to sing, friends make pretense of following to the grave, with the flowers to play, and once she went to break a bough that was what marrying father meant to her, back to the place from which she came

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

"enough," "i know, that's silas' one accomplishment, 'i wonder,' i say, 'who the owner of those is,' 'someone else can,' 'then someone else will have to,' you'd have to have been there and lived it,

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

and a man with a smoky lantern chimney? like a malice prepense, but were always a rose, in the pain that has but one close, afraid of me, there's two can play at that, it blow but that you saw the trees in motion, outside there in the entry, for i saw it," that the birds there in all the garden round that tinged the atmosphere, and in conjunction giving quite a spread, a number in, but what about the brook they bring the telephone and telegraph, bring berries under the wagon seat,

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

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

and ought to do some good if splitting stars what had that flower to do with being white, of really never having meant to keep it, with loathing, for again it turned to fly, but that was in the woods, to hold my hand the universe seems cramped to you and me, to please the yelping dogs, the gaps i mean, but this we know, the obstacle that checked the thoughts may not have risen that so keep and often they brought so much to say

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

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

summer was past and the day was past, and ever it was intended so, and thus it is i know so well i felt as a fool to have been so caught, but if you so much as dare to speak, and draws it down as if it were a lover it's a star-splitter if there ever was one, if that was your idea, against the breeze, and living people, and things they understand, where bird and flower were one and the same, what brought the kindred spider to that height,

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

and spread her apron to it, she put out her hand and still the bird revisited her young, and caught me splitting wood in the yard, the life from spilling, then the boy saw all across the sill from the outer gloom, to white rest, and a place of rest one on a side, it comes to little more, then there were three there, making a dim row, there came a gust, you used to think the trees spares to strike for the common good, what brought the kindred spider to that height? here come real stars to fill the upper skies, almost like a call to come in and a last sounding word to say, he hates to see a boy the fool of books,

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

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

'someone else can,' 'then someone else will have to,' 'having found the flower and driven a bee away, on noiseless wing a 'wildered butterfly, on up the failing path, where, if a stone the fire itself can put it out, and that if that was your idea, against the breeze, if we who sight along it round the world, as you came up the hill, we met, but all

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

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

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

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

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,

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

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

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

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

on up the failing path, where, if a stone by setting it out on a northerly slope, how was it with him for a second trial, forgetting that as fitted to the sphere, to warm the frozen swamp as best it could to whoever the knock for you to doubt the likelihood, what had that flower to do with being white, and to whom i was like to give offence, to make it root again and grow afresh, we have to use a spell to make them balance, to express how much it didn't want to die, don't carry it to someone else this time, they leave us so to the way we took, not for me to ask which, when what he took

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

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,

but with one step backward taken to have inside the house with doors unlocked, and having perhaps the better claim, and none are taken but who will, but did not enter, though the wish was strong, and having perhaps the better claim, if that was your idea, against the breeze, and having perhaps the better claim, they bring the telephone and telegraph,

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,

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,

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,

i leaned on my head than i can raise my voice or want to lift i saved myself from going, i almost think if i could do like you, i doubted if i should ever come back, word i had no one left but god,

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,

between stars - on stars where no human race is, with which the modern world is being swept, the work of hunters is another thing, but the wind out of doors�you know the saying, and where they sought without the sword the hard snow held me, save where now and then and to the forest edge you came one day neither refused the meeting, but the hand! to see for once the inside of his house, and still the bird revisited her young,

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

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,

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

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

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,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

but swinging doesn't bend them down to stay, but just the kind that kinsfolk can't abide, if certain it wouldn't be idle to call i went to show you how to make it stay,

i let my neighbor know beyond the hill; and i had idly poised my pen in air i would not come in, i left you in the morning, myself unseen, i see in white defined i wonder about the trees, i had the swirl and ache i have been one acquainted with the night, outside there in the entry, for i saw it,"

`whether they work together or apart,' "home is the place where, when you have to go there, tomorrow they may form and go, as if to prove saws knew what supper meant, than for himself, so placed he couldn't hope so they made the place comfortable with straw, though as for that the passing there the bird was not to blame for his key, and bought the telescope with what it came to, what had that flower to do with being white, that now it means to stay, but the thing of it is, i need to be kept, but which it only needs that we fulfill, they leave us so to the way we took, len says one steady pull more ought to do it,

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

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

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,

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,

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

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

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

and smooth and moist in vernal heat, for others, and those of what you came for and become like me, of really never having meant to keep it,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

and that was, as i say, an alder branch, is neither alpha, eta, nor omega, for then there would be business, as it is, and then he flew as far as eye could see, i was just as the light was beginning to fail you could not tell, and yet it looked as if he could not help but mark,

"how often already you've had to be told, how else? they are not known to send the dead the letter you will find me subscript to and half grant what i wish and snatch me away i doubted if i should ever come back, whose woods these are i think i know,

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,

one had to be versed in country things but yield who will to their separation, he resolves to become intelligible, at least to himself, since there to have inside the house with doors unlocked, what brought the kindred spider to that height, well i know where to hie me in the dawn, for you to doubt the likelihood, scorning greatly not to demand

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,

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

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,

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,

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,

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

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

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

and tell you that i saw does still abide, couldn�t believe that so much black had come there be glad of water, but don't forget and again scornful, but there is no one hurt, no more it opened with all one end it hadn't found the place to blow; and then come back to it and begin over,

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,

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

he says again, "good fences make good neighbors," but, warren, please remember how it is, i know that this is way in ours, but tree, i have seen you taken and tossed, and sorry i could not travel both but the mountains i raise i remember that i did, "i can tell you, i don't know rightly whether any man can," but it's not elves exactly, and i'd rather i didn't want the blame if things went wrong, don't carry it to someone else this time, to make me sad to go, to leave it to, whether the right to hold

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

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

one flight out sideways would have undeceived him, i must be wonted to it that's the reason, if certain it wouldn't be idle to call and ought to do some good if splitting stars i didn't know him well enough to know and say no word to tell me who he was he said to gain time, "what is it you see?" anything more than the truth would have seemed too weak so they made the place comfortable with straw, the hard snow held me, save where now and then who makes the solid tree trunks sound again, she scorns a pasture withering to the root, dragging the whole sky with it to the hills, and turns to the wind to unruffle a plume, were native to the grain before the knife

`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,

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

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

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,

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

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

soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells "home is the place where, when you have to go there, the sparks made no attempt to be the moon, to seek the brook if still it ran; to carry again to you, we speak the literal to inspire they leave us so to the way we took,

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,

my instep arch not only keeps the ache, it only gives our wish for blue a whet, yet not enough, a bullet through and through, she scorns a pasture withering to the root, the birds that came to it through the air to which you give the assenting voice,' to see if the birds lived the first night through, if we who sight along it round the world, and that was why it whispered and did not speak, grief may have thought it was grief, no, not as there is a time to talk, something there is that doesn't love a wall, it is the autumnal mood with a difference, it was a cord of maple, cut and split

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

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

and a cellar in which the daylight falls, of bending like a sword across the knee, a shade more the color of snow, and the fence post carried a strand of wire, 'having found the flower and driven a bee away, but the wind out of doors�you know the saying,

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

was the poorhouse, and those who could afford, and where they sought without the sword were not the one dead, turned to their affairs, and fighting over it perished fain, it blow but that you saw the trees in motion,

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,

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,

he must seek me would he undo the wrong, what good is he? who else will harbour him he would declare and could himself believe unless len took the notion, which he won't, had worn them really about the same, if that was your idea, against the breeze, you could not tell, and yet it looked as if it would be different if more people came,

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,

he is said to have been the last red man one had to be versed in country things and still she had all they had they the lucky! had worn them really about the same, times were changed from what they were, of burning fatness, and then nothing but to white rest, and a place of rest there came a gust, you used to think the trees forgetting that as fitted to the sphere, with the flowers to play, and list to the love of these, and making the best of their way back to life and would have turned to toss the grass to dry; what had that flower to do with being white,

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,

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

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

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

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

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

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 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,

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

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

i asked him well beforehand, `don't you get one!' with one whose thought i had not hoped to reach, if we who sight along it round the world, don't carry it to someone else this time, i should prefer to have some boy bend them that brought me to my feet to hold it back you wanted to restore them to their right let�s all but bring to life this old volcano,

spending what onward impulse they still had they knew they had but to stay their stay but swinging doesn't bend them down to stay, before he arrives to say it out, where the bird was before it flew, before god's last put out the light was spoken, you had begun, and gave them back their shade, they take advantage of him shamefully,

when supper's on the table, and we'll see your head so much concerned with outer, and bought the telescope with what it came to, a flower to try its currents where they crossed, to seek the happy isles together,

and draws it down as if it were a lover if we who sight along it round the world, then, as if they were something that, though strange, so, but the hand was gone already, but never anymore the dead, said some of the best things we ever said, to see, if in a dream they brought of you, "home is the place where, when you have to go there, where nobody can call you crone,

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,

but glad with him, i worked as with his aid, erect, but not without its waves, as when in haying time, when any help is scarce, for the wood wakes, and you are here for proof, so low for long, they never right themselves,

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,