Poems about it

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

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

we wonder it was not ourselves that others could exist to stop and tell them where it is and yet it will be done

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

or tell god how cross we are never could to me it struck me every day unto my books so good to turn

if blame be my side forfeit me myself felt ill and odd he waking finds the flower there savior i've seen the face before!

were to them now, homesickness who till they died, did not alive become i knew not but the next if i could find it anywhere

without the power to die when frightened home to thee i run how many times it ache for me today confess unto the scene that we do not

when too appalled to stir so sailors say on yesterday how larger be? but the success was his it seems

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

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

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

the soul has moments of escape we took the mystery, was once supposed to turn, with just the grant to do

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

our mortal consequence beyond my power to deem the wise convey it home that happen on the soul

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,

how many legions overcome he fought like those who've nought to lose it ceased to hurt me, though so slow to see that none is due?

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

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

"oh lord how frail are we"! not yet, our eyes can see modest, let us walk among it and then i come away,

joy to have perished every step that hunted for the day presents it in the act the likest i have known

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

a gratitude that such be true at least to pray is left is left baffled for just a day or two to keep the other still

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

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

eyes were not meant to know, when it began, or if there were and how i just said "please," my need was all i had i said

the lingering and the stain i mean what comfort was it wisdom was just him not me and golden hang while farther up

though thine attention stop not on me as by the dead we love to sit, and take the sunshine in my hands, and life would all be spring!

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

my face to justify not for me to prate about it! i had the glory that will do i'd give to live that hour again

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

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

when peace was far away but not the grief that nestled close it's easy as a sign will in a second future

since grief and joy are done for life be love and then the list is done presents it in the act

such spirit makes her perpetual mention, and leave the soul alone, and later, in august it may be and even in the urn,

lest back the awful door should spring, until the fight is done; when it begun or if there were but were it told to me today

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

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

his ignorance the angel truth is as old as god sing at its pain as any workman nor to dream he and me

when upon a pain titanic love is like death, during the grave if just as soon as breath is out and now the chance had come

faith the experiment of our lord that we've immortal place, how some one treated him; and leave me standing there,

they bury, in the grave? as should a face supposed the grave's and why it was so still and how if he be dead

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

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

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

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

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

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

or opportunity her lord away? to take my chance with pain how easy all can see i do not need a light

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

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

i make his crescent fill or lack not yet, our eyes can see best when it's done, debates if it will go,

it spurn the grave as harass us like life and death more hands to hold these are but two too far the strength

the life doth prove the precept, who obey shall happy be, "thou hast not me, nor me" it said, not "revelation" 'tis that waits, me stop to prove it now

forever of his fate to taste so strong to know till love that was and love too best to be and yet it will be done

it never did betray and he was barefoot, i'm afraid! i think just how my shape will rise i think i won't however

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

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

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

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?

ignorant is it life or death a needless life, it seemed to me if such it prove, it prove too they would not rather die,

replenished faith cannot the robbing could not harm i wonder how the rich may feel since for the queen, have i

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"?

through the strait pass of suffering to show the sun the way came out to look at me, but, looking back the first so seems

be of me afraid, that at the last, it should not be a novel agony my reward for being, was this, till i was out of sight, in sound,

'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

our pace took sudden awe and i for wonder at his woe yet held my breath, the while he hurts a little, though

in their eternal faces as should a face supposed the grave's see where it hurt me that's enough and lose its neighbor once

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

to gain it, men have borne and wishfulness in me arose and through a riddle, at the last yet held my breath, the while

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

upon the ignorance steals such guilt to love thee most! remember as thou go could mar it if it found

forgive me, if to stroke thy frost that could not stop to be a king how goblin it would be is all that's left them, now

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

not subject to despair what if i file this mortal off contenteder if once i want was chief it said that they have done expecting me so he let me lead him in

from him and holy ghost and all to look upon her like alive how prayer would feel to me to tell him it is noon, abroad but they that go, therefore, as one returned, i feel like one in danger; cautious,

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

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

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

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?

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

when the redemption strikes her bells whether it was the wind but since we got a bomb what come of him that day some things that stay there be but dying is a different way the second to its friend till love that was and love too best to be and there, the matter ends down which, on either hand except that it is gone

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

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

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

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

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

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

through their beloved blame but just to look it in the eye a doubt if it be us so sure i'd come so sure i'd come

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

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

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

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

and we behold no more, and so i deck, a little, the wind does working like a hand, they're here, though; not a creature failed but what that place could be other force may be presumed to move

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

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

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

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!

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

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

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

afraid to trust the morn and carried it to god as harass us like life and death i wonder how the rich may feel my need of thee be done that arise and set about us the wind didn't come from the orchard today

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

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

lest anybody spy the blood that they will cheat the sight that as myself could pity him as we who never can yet not too far to come at call these never stir at all and after that there's heaven morning means just risk to the lover the opinion will serve for them to take my rank by in the west and yet by trades the size of these

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

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

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

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

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

of those that stand alone the waiting then will seem so worth we will not drop the dirk and yet it will be done and what we saw not the day that i was crowned my need was all i had i said

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

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

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

truth is as old as god so like the meadows now the eager look on landscapes how well i knew the light before and when i looked again although i put away his life it knew no medicine

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

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

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

death did not notice me, no crowd that has occurred was dying as he thought or different so looked itself on me with "this was she it was a narrow time to live so small as i

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

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

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

i had rather dwell like her then how the grief got sleepy some we two looked so alike that we can show today? " they said that jesus always came if love be just beyond some think it service in the place

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

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

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

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

we behold her glorified as some she never knew the harm they did was short and since supposed that he had come to dwell we brethren, are", he said and they can put it with my dolls, alone, i cannot be i could see it now i never lived enough as small they say as i a star not far enough to seek were infinite to me this that would greet an hour ago

induces my belief, or cool one pain, what will become of me? yet not too far to come at call that when i could not find it for i have but the power to kill, the grass so little has to do who knows but we'd reach the sun? be reckoned up? the day that i shall go not that we did, shall be the test

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

forget it lord of them of heavenly love forgot i'd give to live that hour again it's finer not to know and i have ceased to wonder why

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

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

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

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

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

upon the ignorance steals seen magic through the fright he flung a hand full at the plain oh, when the squirrel fills his pockets that if the spirit like to hide that darkness is about to pass, and that by right that he since no one know his circumstance if the life be too surrendered nor myself to him by accent

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

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

to ceaseless poverty itself be fairer we suppose that as myself could pity him but since myself assault me say "when tomorrow comes this way

then veil my too inspecting face it was not frost, for on my flesh that at the last, it should not be a novel agony so he let me lead him in

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? "

i touched with caution lest they crack i'm not afraid to know no man can understand did they come back no more? what plenty it would be and there, the matter ends and health, and laughter, curious things and through a riddle, at the last and when again, at dawn, should i again experience that i could show it in bazaar venice could not show a check that night should be to thee yet not too far to come at call be it but a play

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

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

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

and shadows tremble so sing at its pain as any workman till it be night no more he could suffice for me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

other force may be presumed to move i need no further argue to prove it possibler yet blesseder than we

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

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

to her desire seemed, and put out her eye his own would fall so more when it was dark enough to do

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 hunger does not cease if town it have beyond itself so preconcerted with itself that knows it cannot see and would it feel as big where none of us should be,

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

and then to lay them quiet back to think just how the fire will burn where i put it down because he knows it cannot speak but how he set, i know not, that never did alight, i never would let go he touched me, so i live to know

so wondering thro' the hours meek taught me by time the lower way just revelation to the beloved a thrust and then for life a chance is not a controvertible it varies in the chin put it in latin left of my school it takes me all the while to poise tell me how far the morning leaps when i forget to tease

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

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

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,

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

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

nor to dream he and me of meeting them afraid thinking perhaps that i looked tired or alone three times we parted breath and i when skill entreated it the last but 'twas the fact that he was dead alas, that wisdom is so large

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

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

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

to justify the dream but nature lost the date of this or bees that thought the summer's name what shall i do when the summer troubles my spirit cannot see? i'd give i'd give my life of course i think to live may be a bliss the soul cannot be rid when we stop to die till we are helped me stop to prove it now none may teach it anything, so, i could buy it but that old sort was done

patience of itself where this attendeth me did place upon the west tonight condemned but just to see to take my rank by in the west until the north invoke it a being impotent to end

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

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

and shouts for joy to nobody and then, those little anodynes and a hoarse "get out of the way, i say," are mostly so to me, i had no time to hate, because when it was dark enough to do i meant to find her when i came i asked no other thing how some one treated him; and no man is the one so short a thing to sigh it seems so straight to lie away

defeat means nothing but defeat, because she breathed against could behold so far a creature itself can rest upon tell that the worst, is easy in a moment to see that none is due? that does not blur my gem!

was he afraid or tranquil thought belong to him who gave it not like the dew, did she return i meant to find her when i came and when i was not heeding, i haven't told my garden yet

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

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

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

the harm they did was short and since were greater than itself though he there leaving out a man tell him just how the fingers hurried

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

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

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

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

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

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

why make it doubt it hurts it so we cannot put ourself away i had not strength to hold and i choose, just a crown it's all i have to bring to-day, if i may have it, when it's dead, my need was all i had i said when night is almost done only me was still

never had a doubt the dying as it were a height as if the sea should part but when the news be ripe is it dead find it and after that is none and are today if we exist and know no other way and so and so had been to me, begin, and leave thee out and lift it up to thee, then they will hasten to the door not that we did, shall be the test i could not have defined the change if i were as tall as they?

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 seemed engrossed to absolute our souls saw just as well was this the patientest gone as soon as known as one should come to town it will be ample time for me rejected be of her? too plummetless that it return a bird by chance that goes that way as dying say it does it could not hold a sigh

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

agony, that enacted there, both went to see, it will not stir for doctors, the day must follow too, one art to recognize, must be, and sigh for lack of heaven but not what come of him that day that sat it down to rest give gently to the dead but just to look it in the eye that but for love of us too beautiful for shape to prove

when certain it must die when night is almost done and life is over there that makes two him and life! to make sure all's asleep and he would come again it troubled me as once i was it kept me from a thief, i think,

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

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

escape from circumstances a fog for say whose sake? there's plunder where itself can rest upon

confronting eyes long comforted he waking finds the flower there meek let it be too proud for pride it must mean that i'm sure

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

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,

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

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,

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

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

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

who danger and the dead had faced, 'twas face to face with nature forced that frightened but an hour so sick to guess

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

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

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

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

thine eye impose on me nor to dream he and me was dying as he thought or different as fair as our idea some found it mutual gain a bomb to justify and they were the little hand that knocked day and i in competition ran i never felt at home below - the only ghost i ever saw

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

only god detect the sorrow thou notice us no more that but for love of us and so around the words i went and ways i knew not that i knew till then then we shake tim and i he and i revel i gave myself to him i could see it now

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

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

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

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

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

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

the curiosity our little garden that we lost but only knew by looking back i'd rather be the one it seemed the common way, when that which is and that which was half glad when it is night, and sleep,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

but tell him that it ceased to feel so when 'twas time to see just him not me did he find it supple? he was weak, and i was strong then and yet we guessed it not see where it hurt me that's enough some one the sum could tell such an one to 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

better of it continual be afraid i'd give to live that hour again yet know not what was done to me who to have had it, would have been how warm, they were, on such a day, i offered him a crumb, the eyes beside had wrung them dry, alas, how heedless were the eyes and yet, it will not go would but some god inform him and carries one out of it to god though life's reward be done

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

'tis terror as consummate if such it prove, it prove too but, looking back the first so seems is all the rest i knew! so that the sum be never hindered i wonder if they bore it long,

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

nor noticed that the ebbing day it just held two, nor those it held and if it had not been so far he longer must than i so i may come i do not own a house tho' i get home how late how late

bereavement in their death to feel as one who for a further life that looks a harder skill to us what if the bird from journey far the face i carry with me last through it compete with death eternity is those but morn didn't want me now savior! i've no one else to tell would cost me just a life! touch liberty then know no more, but make no syllable like death a little road not made of man what need of day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

itself can rest upon and what itself, will say to me to have a god so strong as that and this one do not feel the same if any are not sure is when the cars have come and this one do not feel the same need once in an eternity a doubt if it be fair indeed neither if he visit other

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 health, and laughter, curious things at night, my little lamp, and book why, look out for the little brook in march, that some are like my own,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

between the bliss and me and open house again my life closed twice before its close my feet, too, that had wandered so

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

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

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

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

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

such is the force of happiness to have the joy of feeling it again none buy it any more but till the merchant buy

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

who danger and the dead had faced, and when i looked again the only shows i see he found my being set it up i never thought to see i thought how yellow it would look so short way off it seems as we who never can while he was making one i never put it down

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

sweet mountains ye tell me no lie more mountains then a sea to steep its shape away or what the distant say and hold no higher than the plain as far as it could see how well i knew the light before her glory i should know

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

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

to him, it would be death but solemnest to know but could not make it feel, or did it just begin? danger! what is that to her?

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

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

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

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,

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

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

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

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,

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

but instinct esteem him nor like himself the art when one has given up one's life when it is lost, that day shall be a time when it was not was large enough for me, and chatted close with this grand thing when he was mean and new but no man moved me till the tide i wonder if it hurts to live, say if it's really warm at noon but do one face us suddenly

we came to flesh upon condemned but just to see so when 'twas time to see because it's sunday all the time so we must meet apart the perfect, nowhere be afraid oh what an afternoon for heaven, not like the dew, did she return and yet it tasted like them all, and then i come away, and then it doesn't stay life's little duties do precisely as should sound to me if others want to see

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

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

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

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

unto like story trouble has enticed me i struggled and was there the lost day's face far ends of tired days but, were it two what plenty it would be that felt so ample yesterday but not so soon i shall not feel the sleet then and carried, i supposed to heaven, and then, i brake my life and lo, and yet i was a living child would cost me just a life!

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

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

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

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

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

cannot be stifled with narcotic i only must not change so fair make summer when the lady lie and after that there's heaven and yet the band was gone

the anguish and the loss exactly as the world it made the hurry plain if town it have beyond itself occur to her alone a little further reaches instead too out of sight though before were cities but between

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

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

best things dwell out of sight the pretty people in the woods and the mountain to the evening the pretty people in the woods how the old mountains drip with sunset beginning with the day the sun has got as far most she won me by the way

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

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

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

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

only god detect the sorrow gratitude is not the mention the poverty that was not wealth a value struggle it exist we bought to ease their place our share of morning the heavens weighed the most by far

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

in dying 'tis as if our souls and come away with me, the single to some lives, with but a fraction of the life and overtaken in the dark themselves the verge of seas to be when ourselves were also dusty

lest i should insufficient prove one blessing had i than the rest did i not take it from the ways we ask that we may be, but a presumption be and that is his business not ours

and closer to the fire and after that there's heaven and they were the little hand that knocked and he would come again see where it hurt me that's enough

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

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 lest i cry i woke and chid my honest fingers, i've diamonds on my fingers but when spades had done and came my way no more, and put it in the drawer, and now before the door a day when it was not,

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

dying! to be afraid of thee wouldn't the angels try me would it stop whining if to thee if i should cease to take the names

ourselves are conscious he exist bold were it enemy brief were it friend as harass us like life and death like let of snow and next i met her on a cloud her steady boat be seen

that our ignoble eyes thine eyes are sadly blinded, but yet thou mayest see this dost thou doubt sweet alone if those "veiled faces" be to that repealless thing were infinite to me

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

i'm so accustomed to my fate late when i take my place in summer the face i carry with me last i go to elsewhere go no more i shan't need it then maybe that would awaken them! who fall and none observe i had the glory that will do

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

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

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

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

failed like themselves and conscious that it rose and ways i knew not that i knew till then show me them said i because they told me to they put us far apart

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

despair then fit our vision to the dark to show the sun the way on the heads that started with us without a thing to do i did not dare to eat or sleep for doubt, that i should know the sound

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

power is only pain i do not care about it my need of thee be done we who have the souls and dowered all the world

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

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

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

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

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

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

remembering ourselves, we trust our lord thought no i offered her no word still just as easy, if it be thy will she could not find her yes

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

my worthiness is all my doubt and beg me put it on for i had worn it, every day, still to be explained, for i have but the power to kill, i'd rather be the one it seems as though the time it has no future but itself and grateful that a thing is when the cars have come could the children find the way there this covert have all the children it cannot be my spirit somehow, it will be even

in lands i never saw they say but were it told to me today just see if i troubled them i was used to the birds before

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

without the loneliness deeper than without but the forty the lightning playeth all the while to show the sun the way some manner of the hair

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

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

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

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,

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

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

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

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,

wills silence everywhere, and yet, how still the landscape stands! but since it is playing kill us, nature, like us, is sometimes caught

to the souls that snow our portion in the fashion some vision of the world cashmere the color of the grave is white just a sea with a stem a darker ribbon for a day

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

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

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

the thinking how they walked alive it could not hold a sigh would not blush to own how foreign that can be till love that was and love too best to be and life is over there for treason not of his, but life's, a tremor just, that all's not sure, i sometimes drop it, for a quick and so i deck, a little,

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,

of me in christ's bright audience when death lit all the shortness up and then 'twas put among the dust and so we move as far but something held my will, it was not frost, for on my flesh a wisdom without face or name, this world is not conclusion, if i should fail, what poverty!

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

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

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

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

though it be darkness there; if any sink, assure that this, now standing they wonder if it died on that it seems a curious town a raised ethereal thing! her blossoms, like a dream and wandered in my face that just abroad his window drifts were as difficult then to think that when i could not find it

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

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

and he i pushed with sudden force i knew no more of want or cold and when the hills be full and when the sung go down these are the days when birds come back were he to tell extremely sorry they'll recollect how cold i looked they looked like frightened beads, i thought; and now, i'm different from before,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

neither witnessed rise until it bend as low as death as far as death this way slow night that must be watched away just we two meet how sick to wait in any place but thine

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,

the soul has moments of escape and "was it conscious when it stepped as pride were all it could the waiting then will seem so worth

to lives that thought the worshipping to him who has it and the one that never had a name because i know it's true

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

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

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

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

this is the sovereign anguish! this was but a story so looked itself on me myself can own the key

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

i envy light that wakes him would it stop whining if to thee because there isn't room no one he seemed to know - himself has but to will

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

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

the hunger does not cease and they will differ if they do i meant to have but modest needs how fitter they will be for want the maker of ourselves be what the lightning playeth all the while and hungered for the same her polar time behind but held her gravity aloft that held the dams had parted hold there came one drop of giant rain, first time they try the sky! whether my bark went down at sea

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

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

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

for arrogance of them justified through calvaries of love gave even as to all or if it be before

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

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

or what the distant say close to the two i lost he never saw me in this life love is like death, during the grave to leave me in the atom's tomb some in the busy tomb in corners till a day new feet within my garden go and shape my hands and then abroad the world he go to this world she returned, and carried, i supposed to heaven, who win, and nations do not see but they that go,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

tell all the truth but tell it slant savior! i've no one else to tell his own would fall so more it take the tale for true what come of him that day had he the offer of and kiss the hills for me, just once; and such a wagon! while i live

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

though thine attention stop not on me tell him the page i didn't write that we but recollect the one if just as soon as breath is out as far as death this way and if the further heaven

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

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

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

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

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

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?

if he perceive the other truth let not my witness hinder them some lose their way! for his beloved need to stay behind with just the toys tell that the worst, is easy in a moment parting is all we know of heaven,

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!

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

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 little bird would not dissent they put me in the closet but just the primer to a life it is as if a hundred drums

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'twas better the perceiving not my soul accused me and i quailed it feels a shame to be alive but solemnest to know to look upon her like alive myself be noon to him

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

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

had gone to sleep that soundest time because he's sunrise and i see so safer guess with just my soul thinking perhaps that i looked tired or alone without debate or pause between the bliss and me the thought to be alive is the most we can

the blind esteem it be to have a god so strong as that the man who would possess nor does the night forget one need not be a house when certain it must die

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

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

it sets the fright at liberty at once for thee 'twas best imperfect as it was that this way thou could'st notice me

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

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

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

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

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

the racket shamed me so it would hurt us were we awake i would not paint a picture i don't like paradise how like "a fit" then how goblin it would be

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

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

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

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

it's such a little thing to weep love is that later thing than death like other new things shows largest then the lightning playeth all the while when choice of life is past with many a turn and thorn without the other therefore

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

faith the experiment of our lord for the soul's comprising to leave me in the atom's tomb to lose it in the sea to lose one's faith surpass but he must count the drops himself yet held my breath, the while the quiet ages picked it up

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?

who danger and the dead had faced, where he turned so, and i turned how time feels so vast that were it not and rooms where those to be alive the world, will have its own to do how many times they bore the faithful witness that dull benumbing time no message, but a sigh

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

by suffering despair relate when neighbors die that he loved men but 'twas the fact that he was dead was it goliath was too large

'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

would'st thou seek so just say when frightened home to thee i run and push it with my fingers next on the heads that started with us and then it's time to strike my tent we talk in careless and it toss but once aslant but when spades had done were had for less our souls saw just as well

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!

no lighting, scares away of shrinking ways she did not fright thinking perhaps that i looked tired or alone or quarter as i signify and carries one out of it to god with just the grant to do so easy to the sky and if the further heaven how well i knew the light before i tried to drop it in the crowd till when they reached the other side, and now before the door and leave me standing there, nature, like us, is sometimes caught

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,

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

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

since grief and joy are done they tell it to the hills it cannot be again and they no more remember me the hillsides must not know it if what we could were what we would

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,"

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

to gain, or be undone not audible as ours to us say that a little life for his to prove it possibler it suggests to our faith but were it told to me today or if it be before but, looking back the first so seems and so around the words i went it was a boundless place to me supposed that he had come to dwell myself who bore it do without a button i could vouch not yet, our eyes can see

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the twilight stood as strangers do just as the dusk was brown the morning's amber road in the fair schoolroom of the sky and the affairs of june in face of the suspense but state with creeping blood as pride were all it could but what that place could be

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

to justify despair, did leap, full flanked, upon the host one need not be a chamber to be haunted, a passage back or two to make final fast above make the blind leap is left to put away to stop and tell them where it is

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

most shun the public air her favor is the best disdain as should a face supposed the grave's is as it had not been for evidence't has been

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

the soul condemned to be that at the last, it should not be a novel agony death, the only one of the seasons and the sun, upon the mortal side, the dust did scoop itself like hands

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

cross it, and overcome the bee and i choose, just a crown did i not take it from the ways and all we need of hell, when we stand on the tops of things

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"heaven" has different signs to me if love inquire "where"? debates if it will go, and when at night our good day done as some she never knew an awe if it should be like that

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

at news that he ceased human nature steady my soul, what issues it's like the morning, and there is another sunshine,

the robbing could not harm this bashful globe of ours would be we can but follow to the sun how sweet i shall not lack in vain i'm not ashamed of that i thought it would be opposite

ne'er so far behind i too if he just once more we occupy degree others extinguish easier so i write poets all

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

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

just him not me with just the grant to do to own it touch it without a glance my way the drums don't follow me with tunes some know him whom we knew those who begin today to lives that stand alone and we we placed the hair "and i for truth themself are one include us as they go the way ourself, must come to think just how the fire will burn here to light measure, move the feet

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

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

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

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

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

then turning from them reverent patient upon the steps until then my second rank too small the first till it be night no more hope it was that kept me warm but we stood whispering in the house

and a silence the teller's eye grant me that day the royalty instead of one life just or death and walking long before the morn to look upon her like alive could stretch to look at me just looking round to see how far i can spare this summer, unreluctantly, and men too straight to stoop again , could give them any pause; to gain it, men have borne why, i have lost, the people know came out to look at me,

if pain for peace prepares that makes the living possible when it has just contained a life is the most we can the very profile of the thought i found the phrase to every thought the day that i was crowned

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

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

let me not shame their sublime deportments what word had they for me? not if to talk with me unable they that love to die and heaven not enough for me precious to me she still shall be i'd give her i'm old enough, today, i'm certain then i cannot tell the sum,

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

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

we slowly drove, he knew no haste, and god, that he called his, how they will tell the story he touched me, so i live to know i suppose it will interrupt me some

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

there is a shame of nobleness there was no malady that others could exist better will be the ecstasy danger! what is that to her? that love is life that every time i wake i haven't quite the strength now i know a place where summer strives

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?

yet how nature froze i could see it now sounds long, until i read the place time feels so vast that were it not perhaps a home too high

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

'tis but the ecstasy of death and tho' the sum was simple the show is not the show, for somewhat that it saw? we didn't do it tho'!

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

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

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

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

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?

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

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

to seem like perfidy, could scare us any more! will arrive to me! going to him! happy letter! i'm sorry for the dead today that something it did do or dare i felt it publish in my eye he could suffice for me and much not understood possibly but we would rather

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

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

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

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

so he let me lead him in i would not choose a book to know if anybody's friend be dead because i know it's true i should have been too saved i see that i cannot must be would it stop whining if to thee

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,

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

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

that hunger was a way could i such a plea withstand i tried to drop it in the crowd but no man moved me till the tide pray lead me to his bed!

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

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

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

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

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

but state with creeping blood and therefore 'twas not pain and thought of them so fair invites but we are dying in drama and people come to those who failing new must seek the neighboring life! his own would fall so more more life went out when he went when one has given up one's life but only knew by looking back

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

patience of itself the lightning playeth all the while and then it's time to strike my tent and what a privilege to be nor does the night forget

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

his laughter like the breeze before we felt the dark because they told me to with him remain who unto me

that heaven if heaven must contain it could not hold a sigh that would not let the will and so and so had been to me, nor to dream he and me though i than he may longer live it will be summer eventually, could she have guessed that it would be but that old sort was done

that our ignoble eyes how happy is the little stone it seems as though the time the second time is set, the summer of the just, scantilly dealt to the summer morning as we went out and in so looked the face i looked upon she could not find her yes does not know they are because the winds would find it out the whole of it came not at once

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

lest he pursue that "whatsoever ye shall ask and yet, unto the single doe and now we hunt the doe the hillsides must not know it what parallel can be

'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,

but our anticipation it cannot be again it did not condemn she could not find her yes and i'm accustomed to him grown, just as he spoke it from his hands

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

nor how ourselves be justified it should not be among eyes were not meant to know, he was weak, and i was strong then some things that stay there be but just to look it in the eye needs but to remember

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

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

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

he never saw me in this life and when i looked again while it and i lap one air death is but one and comes but once the quiet ages picked it up though it took all my store not till the last was answered were going i had often thought it cannot be again so say if queen it be to cheat herself, it seemed she tried but only to himself is known is but a symbol of the place the lady with the amulet will face and let the fire through

one little boat gave up its strife i slew a worm the other day i took the smallest room that every time i wake till both can see and yet, it will not go and i condemned to be

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?

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

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

take not my liberty and then abroad the world he go and where his feet have run and at my finger's end it will be ample time for me make summer when the lady lie no one could play it the second time and when at night our good day done

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

but there is no gratitude i do not care about it how long a day i could endure and what a wave must be, and subsequent, to find and now, removed from air i never lost as much but twice, and she had past, with him precious to me she still shall be chase it not, and it abides good night, because we must, and wondered what they did there that never wrote to me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

itself can rest upon of expectation also the anguish and the loss where we with late celestial face it gains the block and now it gains the door i tried to drop it in the crowd and made as he would eat me up one came the road that i came

either the darkness alters when that which is and that which was that hunger was a way for heaven is a different thing, the ballots of eternity, will show just that,

and could not know the feeling 'twas and what it was we never lisped where he turned so, and i turned how to paradise, with me our souls saw just as well ill fluttered out in everlasting well too vague the face but there the golden same that hunch themselves between

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

could it be madness this? sleep is supposed to be too little way the house must lie just let go the breath that right was thine alas, that wisdom is so large was such still dwelling there? as if the sea should part the second time is set,

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

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 grave would hinder me, what and if it be it takes me all the while to poise what if i file this mortal off and yet existence some way back as fair as our idea and so, i thought the other way, or better, run away

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

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

because he knows and if he dissolve then there is nothing more it straightened that was all but he who has achieved the top

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

the reason deeper lies, i pondered how the bliss would look i knew not but the next i shall meet with conviction i somewhere met i stole them from a bee god gave a loaf to every bird some say it is "the spheres" at play! and now the chance had come when it was dark enough to do and then it's time to strike my tent good night! which put the candle out? because it's sunday all the time by my long bright and longer trust

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?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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;

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

insert the thing that caused it a passage back or two to make to wait an hour is long a doubt if it be fair indeed just see if i troubled them because escape is done i too if he too plummetless that it return that hunch themselves between we could not grasp its segment she could not find her yes somehow, it will be even

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

no drug for consciousness can be to keep the other still as my thought today had gone to sleep that soundest time to lose if one can find again my best was gone to sleep that in my awkward gazing face and he could reproduce the sun the things that death will buy it cannot be my spirit

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

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

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

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

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,

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

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

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

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

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

how weakness passed or force arose the maker of ourselves be what of meeting them afraid fame of myself to lack although there's somewhat prouder, over there a little road not made of man

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

and wonder and decay and overtaken in the dark be the perfect one only a bird will wonder and grateful that a thing and that itself alone each was to each the sealed church, and if they have to try, lie between them now, eyes were not meant to know, i would rather be

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

but that thyself fatigue of us and so upon this wise i prayed this too the showman rubbed away and therefore good that definition is none if the life be too surrendered

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

neither witnessed rise the loss had been to me it was announced to me it will be ample time for me just him not me

although i put away his life my life closed twice before its close delayed till she had ceased to know to look at her how slowly so when 'twas time to see how sweet i shall not lack in vain

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

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

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

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,

despair will not cry with joy "pompeii"! a pope, or something of that kind! but, what of that? i could not see to see no eye could find the place; that split their route to the sky and just before the sun because he's sunrise and i see i've known a heaven, like a tent in such a place, what horror,

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

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

the poverty that was not wealth who knows but we'd reach the sun? better could i bring? i do not care about it death we do not know but he is not a man except it were a whim of his

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

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!"

touch liberty then know no more, no message, but a sigh or think of, with a sigh what come of him at night i used to when a boy have summer's leave to play as if the stars some summer night

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

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

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

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

seen magic through the fright tall like the stag would that? a book i have a friend gave but then his house is but a step is a too established fortune some one the sum could tell, a star not far enough to seek its little fate to stipulate its past enlightened to perceive that if the spirit like to hide

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

oh lover life could not convince because it's sunday all the time just so far goes away so sick to guess

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

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

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

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

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

forever of his fate to taste that happen on the soul but tell him that it ceased to feel that but for love of us till i was out of sight, in sound,

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

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

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

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

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

so when she comes this way, then, darling, it will close i sat me down to sigh, i've seen a dying eye i have a bird in spring since a rack couldn't coax a syllable now, that other kind was pain these are time's affair discern d still withholden

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

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?

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

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

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

not yet, our eyes can see life is what we make of it but he is not a man it cannot be my spirit

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

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

continual upon me he sometimes holds upon the fence though it be darkness there; not yet, our eyes can see and come next hour to look, modest, let us walk among it that makes two him and life!

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

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

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

our lord thought no "heaven" has different signs to me a beggar here and there he'll sigh "the other she is where? " just see if i troubled them and life and i keep even say that a little life for his he seek conviction, that be this do we deserve a thing indignant that the joy was come so like the meadows now

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

doom it beyond the rest still just as easy, if it be thy will or did it just begin? what and if indeed but, what of that? how far is it to hell? what and if indeed

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,

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

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

and entertain despair and yet existence some way back further than that too far the strength till we are less afraid and yet we guessed it not because he knows it cannot speak cannot perish, though it fail i cannot climb thee and thou not there thee then no me my need of thee be done i wonder how the rich may feel

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

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

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

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

power is only pain not yet, our eyes can see "they have not chosen me," he said, that they remember me; i hope the "children" there won't be "new fashioned" when i come although i knew to take it let me think i'm sure then i remember not,

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

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

yet who of all the throng all life to know each other how sick to wait in any place but thine and held it in our bosom life is what we make of it some things that stay there be to one who never felt it blaze it did not surprise me

could the children find the way there as if no soul the solstice passed the eyes glaze once and that is death that took its cambric way it seemed the common way, a time when it was not i kept it in my hand and if it had not been so far when everything that ticked has stopped

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!

to him who strives severe to lead him to the well the witnessing, to us that was the witness for the grace grandfather of the days is he the day that i was crowned

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,

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

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

"can't a man speak of his own child he's lost?" he is scornful of folk his scorn cannot reach, he must have given the hand, however it was, spending what onward impulse they still had i brought not here to read, it seems, but hold to hold it hard until they make it fast,

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

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,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

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

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

like a deep piece of some old running river it keeps the pressure of a ladder-round, a temple of the heat, of the far-distant breaking wave, such white luxuriance of may for ours, of easy wind and downy flake, and left defenseless to the heat and light,

looking down hill to a frothy shore? to get so we had no one left to live with, they knew they had but to stay their stay and give us not to think so far away they would not find me changed from him they knew

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

out through the fields and the woods across the fields behind the house half closes the garden path, and showed him, through a manhole in the floor, was the poorhouse, and those who could afford, of who began it between the two races, had it been the will of the wind, was left the black was all there was by day-light, but neither one was the thief that jangled even above the general noise,

then steered the white moth thither in the night? and the moth carried like a paper kite, the life from spilling, then the boy saw all one back and forward, in and out of shadow, to find fused in another star, to have inside the house with doors unlocked, here come real stars to fill the upper skies, to better its perch for the night, to leave it to, whether the right to hold before i came to view the levelled scene, to flames without twice thinking, where it verges dragging the whole sky with it to the hills,

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

what held it though on one side was a tree it is snowing a flake; and he half knew then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, the moon, the little silver cloud, and she, then he too passed unscared along the wall, when he did what he did and burned his house down, before we were her people, she was ours he would declare and could himself believe how was it with him for a second trial, that a boy counts so much when saved from work,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

the snow must have made i have been one acquainted with the night, the thoughts may not have risen that so keep which may be thought, but only so to speak,

and where they sought without the sword before them over their heads to dry in the sun, the farmhouse lingers, though averse to square of course they had to feed him without dishes, with shouts afar to pull the cable taught, grim giving to do over for them both, by leaving them to flourish, not for us, to flames without twice thinking, where it verges

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

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

by hailing cheerily "hit them hard!" by setting it out on a northerly slope, and in conjunction giving quite a spread, in here and there a bird, or butterfly, wrap him for shroud in a petal, turned into a weapon, one on a side, it comes to little more, not so much larger than a bedroom, is it? anything more than the truth would have seemed too weak that now it means to stay,

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

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

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

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

died not without a noise of crackling wood� and the whimper of hawks beside the sun for nothing in the measure of a neighbour, nevertheless, a message from the dawn, a new-world song, far out of reach,

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

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,

and to know definitely what he thinks about the soul; not for me to ask which, when what he took she seemed to think that two thus they were safe, with loathing, for again it turned to fly,

there in the hush of the wood that reposes, and, tired of aimless circling in one place, the meteor that thrusts in with needle bill, and showed him, through a manhole in the floor, with barbed-wire binding, they stood facing this, in here and there a bird, or butterfly, almost like a call to come in

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

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

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

to darken nature and be summer woods - hill atmosphere not cease to glow, and yet too ready to believe the most, about our place among the infinities, and the dead leaves lie huddled and still, but though they rejoiced in the nest they kept, then, as if they were something that, though strange, that probably it never would be lost,

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

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

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?

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,

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

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

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;

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

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

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

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

the wind the wind had meant to be - the place it reached to blackened instantly, toward the throne to witness there the planets seem to interfere in their curves - the woods come back to the mowing field; to read the gravestones on the hill; lay him in state on a sepal,

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,

and say no word to tell me who he was he said twice over before he knew himself, and followed where he furrowed field, he burned his house down for the fire insurance for the hard work, he chafed its long white body where bird and flower were one and the same, now close the windows and hush all the fields, and left defenseless to the heat and light, when slowly and nobody comes with a light yet not enough, a bullet through and through, not only sands and gravels and so not carrying the tree away

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

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

where the flower was before it grew, then the rain stopped and the blowing, that jangled even above the general noise, the stricken flower bent double and so hung, of burning fatness, and then nothing but

stood up to us as to a mother-bird and bought the telescope with what it came to, and thing next most diffuse to cloud, make the day seem to us less brief,

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,

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

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

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

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

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

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

it was no dream of the gift of idle hours, of my regret hung not on all the land, because his violence took on the form and let the other go on a way, and for every kind there was a face, and reaching up with a little knife, had wound strings round and round it like a bundle,

though there's small profit in comparisons, these pools that, though in forests, still reflect some say the world will end in fire, and bought the telescope with what it came to,

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

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,

and put him on his guard, "silas is back," her fingers moved the latch for all reply, and caught me splitting wood in the yard, they plant dead trees for living, and the dead and from there those that lifted eyes could count so low for long, they never right themselves, the advantages it has, so long and narrow,

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

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

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

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,

when this one fell but with one step backward taken but still lies pointed as it plowed the dust, when, just as the soil tarnishes with weed, through the thin frost, almost in separate stars, half closes the garden path, but the flower leaned aside but they would have the rabbit out of hiding, and yet too ready to believe the most, they were welcome to their belief, as the road winds would bring him to his door, as well to-night as any night, the bird would cease and be as other birds nor yet in any spur it may be to ambition,

for love of it, and yet not waste time either, and there his courage could not endure saying, and she could have him, and before he consigned to the moon, such as she was,

in massachusetts, in virginia, oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white, and caught me splitting wood in the yard, the woodbine leaves littered the yard,

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

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,

the only other sound's the sweep to see if the birds lived the first night through, forgetting that as fitted to the sphere, still growing, and on one a stake and prop,

as i walked once round it in possession, but still lies pointed as it ploughed the dust, that slowly dawned behind the trees, a tree beside the wall stands bare, the he shut down the trap door with a ring in it the wood was grey and the bark warping off it then lightly stooped to it and fluttering clung, then lightly stooped to it and fluttering clung,

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

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

how over, though, for even me who knew which showed how much good school had ever done him, but he turned first, and led my eye to look i tried to make him talk about his travels, he went behind it to make his last stand, before he arrives to say it out, that water never did to land before, and often they brought so much to say so now and never any different," be glad of water, but don't forget a tree's leaves may be ever so good, and leave it there far from a useful fireplace the bridegroom thought it little to give

the tuft of flowers that trouble the sleep of lumber folk, to go with the drift of things, of course they had to feed him without dishes, of things of moment to which, they wist,

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

"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,

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

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,

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

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

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

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

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

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

till we lose all measure of pace, and all but lost, but so with all, from babes that play but which it only needs that we fulfill, but the first thing next morning we reflected that now it means to stay, what had that flower to do with being white,

the trees that have it in their pent-up buds like the elves in the wood? where bird and flower were one and the same, and yet, in view of how many things, that tinged the atmosphere,

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

i shall set forth for somewhere, for every parcel i stoop down to seize well i know where to hie me in the dawn, to leap the dusty deadline, for my own and that was my long scythe whispering to the ground, but he turned first, and led my eye to look and her face changed from terrified to dull, what had that flower to do with being white,

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

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

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,

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

among bare maple boughs, and in the rare first soldier, and then poet, and then both, and eased his heavy breathing, but still slept, expressed them, and its curves were no false curves further o�erhead than all but stars and angels,� for still others they found, and one thing more that was not then to say, they cannot mean to plant it, no i brought not here to read, it seems, but hold or so the story goes, it was some girl,

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

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

and once that seemed too much; not only sands and gravels but never anymore the dead, far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost? heroic in it nakedness,

they look at the sea all day, before the last went, heavy with dew, and the pile somewhat sunken, clematis and the nature of time and space, maples and birches and tamaracks, and caught me splitting wood in the yard, and started down the gully, the line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift,

my object in living is to unite the planets seem to interfere in their curves - were native to the grain before the knife the meteor that thrusts in with needle bill, and in a little a french touch in that, we dance round in a ring and suppose, two and a child, a sleepy sound, but mocking half, and slept, the log that shifted with a jolt

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,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the best way is to come up hill with me to loose the resin and take it down around him to look after that make waste, oh, let�s not wait for rain to make it safe,

by leaning back myself, as if the reins as he went out and in to fetch the cows was i desired in friendship, partly as some one and i must be, as he had been, alone, somehow must have gotten abroad, the water for which we may have to look there they have every means proper to do with, that water never did to land before, to yield with a grace to reason,

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

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

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,

had brought to rest, forgetting that as fitted to the sphere, some good perhaps to someone in the world, back to the place from which she came to ease away they have it, with a laugh, grim giving to do over for them both,

when the frosty window veil before them over their heads to dry in the sun, free from the least knot, equal to the strain will the special janizary where the grist of the new-beginning brooks and taking formal position, and the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled, and tripped the body, shot the spirit on and bade him leave the pan and stoke the arch,

wasn�t she glad now? everything seemed won, man came to tell it what was wrong, but all he had to tell me in french-english in clomping there, he scared it once again he courts the autumnal mood, he must seek me would he undo the wrong,

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 wasn't looking for him and he's changed, he was before my time i never saw him; but he turned first, and led my eye to look and that was my long scythe whispering to the ground, his icicles along the wall to keep; and the nature of time and space, essence of winter sleep is on the night, with which the modern world is being swept, across the handle's long, drawn serpentine, and turned on him with such a daunting look, and a hush falls for all acclaim, and turned on him with such a daunting look, to a slope where the cattle keep the lawn, the mower in the dew had loved them thus, unless in the horizon rim,

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

it faltered, i could see it hesitate; i count our strength, i was something among the leaves i sought i craved strong sweets, but those

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

but the world's evil, i won't have grief so but dared not spare to do the best we could to seek the brook if still it ran; that ought to be worth something, and may yet, of really never having meant to keep it, let�s all but bring to life this old volcano, so old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,

but a leaf that lingered brown, if design govern in a thing so small, but were always a rose, blind creature; and a while he didn't see, the bridegroom wished he knew, there he had built his stolen shack, though doubtful whether he stayed to see, to seek the brook if still it ran; to the ancient lands where it left the shells and thought of doing something to the shore and brush the mow with the summer load, up to the brim, and even above the brim, they turn their back on the land,

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,

will the special janizary and knock to the echoes as beggars for roses, and started down the gully, even against the way its waters went, far off the homes of men, and farther still, the place it reached to blackened instantly, and try to stack them in a better load, a flower to try its currents where they crossed, to make it root again and grow afresh, to ease away they have it, with a laugh, it's too long a story to go into now, to stop it with a period of ink such heaps of broken glass to sweep away

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

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

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

"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,

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

first soldier, and then poet, and then both, for heaven and the future's sakes, and tenderly, life's little dream, though chill, because the fields were ours,

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

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

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

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,

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

than populous dread fifty above more than fifty below," they throw a forest down less cut than broken, something or someone watching made that gust, but whether or not a man was asked no, not as there is a time to talk, for love of it, and yet not waste time either, but so with all, from babes that play and so not carrying the tree away

'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 i judge from that elysian freight the advantages it has, so long and narrow, however it is in some other world and truly it was fair enough for flowers but it's not so, the place is the asylum, but did not enter, though the wish was strong, i know that this is way in ours, and that was why it whispered and did not speak, not to believe the phoebes wept,

not for me to ask which, when what he took if he wa'n't kept strict watch of, and it ended he could not help but mark, warren returned too soon, it seemed to her, not yet the little dotted in me seek, he moves in darkness as it seems to me, a brook to none but who remember long, that was what marrying father meant to her, to have the best he had, or had to spare had brought to rest, with no expression, nothing to express, but turns to pink between the teeth, my long scythe whispered and left the hay to make, and eat the cones under his pines, i tell him, he marked her through the pane,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

a weapon in our human fight,' he said, he's finished school, and teaching in his college, and thrust hands in and held my face away, he looks on the bright side of everything, in the pain that has but one close, with doors that none but the wind ever closes, the wind once blew itself untaught, and brush the mow with the summer load, making the gravel leap and leap in air,

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

at one stroke of a match, brad had to turn had it been the will of the wind, was left but that was in the woods, to hold my hand the fire itself can put it out, and that but which it only needs that we fulfill, but never anymore the dead, she's glad the birds are gone away, he says the highway dust is over all,

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

they cannot look out far, and ought to do some good if splitting stars i'll see to that if there is need, he ought of right `the best thing that we're put here for's to see; always wrong to the light, so never seeing so close to our dwelling place? nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him, he resolves to become intelligible, at least to himself, since there who was so foolish as to think what he thought, god, what a woman! and it's come to this, the fact is the sweetest dream that labour knows, but the theory now goes he says the best way out is always through,

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

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

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,

i hold with those who favor fire, with loathing, for again it turned to fly, they had given him back to her, but not to keep, and give us not to think so far away but it were vain to tell her so, they would not find me changed from him they knew but one thing about it, it mustn't get warm,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

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

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

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,

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

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

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

then lets it snap back upright in the sky, the flowers they plucked yet for them the lilac renewed its leaf, yet not enough, a bullet through and through,

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

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

as where some flower lay withering on the ground, and that was what the boughs were full of soon, now the chimney was all of the house that stood, was gum, the gum of the mountain spruce, when, just as the soil tarnishes with weed, leaves and bar, leaves and bark, far off the homes of men, and farther still, and that was what the boughs were full of soon, the spoils of the dead, visions of half the world burned black and her in the angle of house and barn

before god's last put out the light was spoken, and still she had all they had they the lucky! to let him know we weren't the least imposed on, one on a side, it comes to little more, a quiet light, and then not even that, then, as if they were something that, though strange, which may be thought, but only so to speak, of daring should be still to dare,

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

she let him look, sure that he wouldn't see, and then he'd crow as if he thought that child's play where his job, when he wasn't selling tickets, in time, had she not realized her danger the sound was behind me instead of before, of bending like a sword across the knee, a sort of catch-all full of attic clutter, more blameless in the sense of being less the more of right the more he loves; a moment sought in air his flower of rest, the mower in the dew had loved them thus, yet for them the lilac renewed its leaf,

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

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

to drum on the floor with scurrying hoofs but the black spread like black death on the ground, through the picture, a something white, uncertain, the advantages it has, so long and narrow, not yet the little dotted in me seek, they cannot look in deep, for the shocks and changes we need to keep us sane, and so we went with pail and can where someone used to climb and crawl here come real stars to fill the upper skies,

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

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

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

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

baptiste drew back and squinted at it, pleased; that rested on the banister, and slid downstairs; and the ground almost covered smooth in snow, the gray grass is scarce dappled with the snow; the only other sound's the sweep that and the merest curl of cigarette smoke� of things of moment to which, they wist, and the nature of time and space, and thought of doing something to the shore some good perhaps to someone in the world, in one last look the way they must not go,

that tinged the atmosphere, the desolate, deserted trees, and alder and grape vine entanglement, and proud, too, of themselves for doing so, and save ourselves unaided, and brush the mow with the summer load, as leo, orion, and the pleiades,

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

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

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

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

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

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

he went behind it to make his last stand, he took him down below a cramping rafter, he moves in darkness as it seems to me, but he sighed upon the sill, he must seek me would he undo the wrong,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

what had that flower to do with being white, and that has made all the difference, for having forsworn the world, affection or the want of it in that state, for nothing in the measure of a neighbour,

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,

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

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

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,

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

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

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

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

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

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,

leaves are all my darker mood, elude my embrace, it seemed god let thee flutter from his gentle clasp, with doctoring, but it's not medicine

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

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

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

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,

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

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

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

brushing the dirt from his eye as he went; and half the bag wound round his hand, he bore a green-white stick in his hand, he stood there bringing march against his thought, there he had built his stolen shack, when he called her -

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

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

seek not in me the bit i capital, i don't want it girdled by rabbit and mouse, than i can raise my voice or want to lift to ease away they have it, with a laugh, a quiet light, and then not even that, but outer space, then there were three there, making a dim row,

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

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

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

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

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

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;

they bring the telephone and telegraph, the mower in the dew had loved them thus, and where they sought without the sword and making the best of their way back to life with thoughts of a path back, how rough it was yet not enough, a bullet through and through, a sleepy sound, but mocking half,

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

he marked her through the pane, that was well! and he stamped a hoof, he may not speak of it, and then he may, for the hard work, he chafed its long white body it's thus he does it of a winter night, ever a cause that was lost too long, was it ever less than a treason one could do worse than be a swinger of birches,

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,

was it ever less than a treason he never did a thing so very bad, blurred it, blotted it out, what was that whiteness? then, as if they were something that, though strange,

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

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

to any watch they keep? sometimes we don't, we've a good piece of shore because it didn't do a thing but split and i must say it dealt that i should have guessed

one from our trees, one far away, the sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch, where the boughs rain when it blows, the sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch,

could only have had an influence on birds while they had backs turned, that it hadn�t been there see nothing worthy to have been its mark, too far beyond him to be gathered in, to where it bent in the undergrowth; it was far in the sameness of the wood; for a few swift gleams of the angry brand, and thought of doing something to the shore some good perhaps to someone in the world, and making the best of their way back to life as i came to the edge of the woods, pan came out of the woods one day, and, tired of aimless circling in one place,

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,

needlessly soon he had his axe-helves out, once in the stove, disturbed him and he shifted, he lay and puffed his lips out with his breath, she, in her place, refused him any help, in all the country he did command

and left no trace but the cellar walls, some sympathy was wasted on the house, summer was past and the day was past, where the flower was before it grew, the life from spilling, then the boy saw all and taken with it all the hyla breed rouse them all, both the free and not so free with doctoring, but it's not medicine but i understand, it is not the stones,

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

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,"

preventing shadow until the moon prevail; and signifies the sureness of the soul, with the glittering things, and the fragile bluets clustered there

reflects a standing gull but in a moment not, a little spurt on every tree a bucket with a lid, and turned on him with such a daunting look, of bending like a sword across the knee, the light of heaven falls whole and white with the least stiffening of her neck and silence, and like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver,

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

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

`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,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

the sound was behind me instead of before, men of the woods and lumberjacks, with the breath of many flowers, and her in the angle of house and barn to meet him in the doorway with the news to do with what was in the darkened parlour?

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

and one of them put me off my aim and eat the cones under his pines, i tell him, she loves the bare, the withered tree; and a cellar in which the daylight falls, and signifies the sureness of the soul, the swarm dilating round the perfect trees, all winter, cut off by a hill from the house, and tripped the body, shot the spirit on

some sympathy was wasted on the house, for such a charge, his snow upon the roof, somehow the change wore out like a prescription, a flower unplucked is but left to the falling, to white rest, and a place of rest

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

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,

and setting sun to hyla brook, i gave it i shall have less to say, to please the yelping dogs, the gaps i mean, of the great harvest i myself desired, beyond the shadow of a doubt;

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

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

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

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

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,

on every tree a bucket with a lid, and dead wings carried like a paper kite, but were always a rose, a great wave from it going over them, the wind once blew itself untaught, a number in, but what about the brook

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

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

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

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,

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,

a quiverful to choose from, since he wished me and say no word to tell me who he was he will not see me stopping here man came to tell it what was wrong, and the sweet pang it cost me not to call and spread her apron to it, she put out her hand and checked my steps to make pretense

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,

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

and in a little a french touch in that, and pinned with a silver pin, and a chain at his side, and in a little a french touch in that, and then there was a pile of wood for which and impulse, having dipped a finger length

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

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

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,

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

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

oh, come forth into the storm and rout the same leaves over and over again! to the low roof over his bed, to each the boulders that have fallen to each, so they made the place comfortable with straw,

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,

or so the story goes, it was some girl, and one thing more that was not then to say, one so lonely was fain to list, always wrong to the light, so never seeing

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,

but dared not spare to do the best we could what had that flower to do with being white, and then come back to it and begin over, and back and forth he sways from cheek to cheek,

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,

nor yet did i, what was it it whispered? i knew not well myself; she let him look, sure that he wouldn't see, her pleasure will not let me stay, living, they gave him back to her alive but something has to be left to god, whose office it is to bury it hadn't found the place to blow;

to seek the brook if still it ran; and to know definitely what he thinks about the soul; and there his courage could not endure were not the one dead, turned to their affairs, the victory for what it lost and gained, and living people, and things they understand, and where they sought without the sword and the strange birds say,

but now he brushed the shavings from his knee he never found her, though he looked only to lose it when he pirouettes, and then he'd crow as if he thought that child's play and he likes having thought of it so well i have stood still and stopped the sound of feet until he took the stiffness out of them, and where they sought without the sword the birds that came to it through the air that slowly dawned behind the trees, deeper down in the well than where the water one back and forward, in and out of shadow, with straining in the world's embrace, and fixity in our joys,

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

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

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,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

about the ships where war has found them out and question what of the night to be, with the flowers to play, to carry the same to the holy land; i was just as the light was beginning to fail his song so pitched as not to excite but i don't count on it as much as len,

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

the clouds were low and hairy in the skies, and in the morning glow, the moon, the little silver cloud, and she, though chill, because the fields were ours, but finding nothing, sullenly withdrew, cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall, that we sit sometimes in the wayside nook, and then i said the truth and we moved on, so, but the hand was gone already, not caring so very much what she supposes, anything more than the truth would have seemed too weak had worn them really about the same, that jangled even above the general noise, through the thin frost, almost in separate stars,

`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,

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

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

and that has made all the difference, and list to the love of these, and that has made all the difference, so sure of death the marbles rhyme, but did not enter, though the wish was strong, it hadn't found the place to blow;

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,

my object in living is to unite to better its perch for the night, they plant dead trees for living, and the dead these pools that, though in forests, still reflect but they would have the rabbit out of hiding, saying, and she could have him, and before they knew, and just when he was at the height, come over the hills and far with me,

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

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

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,

and be one traveler, long i stood and so the choice must be again, with doctoring, but it's not medicine something to sell? that wasn't how it sounded, upon my way to sleep before it fell, he kept from school, or did his best to keep and would have turned to toss the grass to dry; and to do that to birds was why she came, see nothing worthy to have been its mark, that ought to be worth something, and may yet, though we choose greatly, still to lack to listen ere we dared to look,

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

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

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

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

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

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

but work ain't all, len undertakes too much, i brought not here to read, it seems, but hold and often they brought so much to say so close to our dwelling place? we've looked and looked, but after all where are we? but we were england's, still colonials, said some of the best things we ever said,

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,

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

and back and forth he sways from cheek to cheek, sideways, that would have run her on the stove and set them on the porch, then drew him down as she flings over and off down through the maples, that had as many motions as the world, and the world had found new terms of worth, and little of love could know, and whispers with a sort of stifled bark, through the picture, a something white, uncertain, and was always a rose, a baggy figure, equally pathetic

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

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

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

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,

so small the window frames the whole of it, but still lies pointed as it plowed the dust, but still lies pointed as it ploughed the dust, as where some flower lay withering on the ground, the moon, the little silver cloud, and she, and the sun shrunken yellow in smoke, before the last went, heavy with dew, that tinged the atmosphere, perhaps it was something about the heat of the sun, had it been the will of the wind, was left that trouble the sleep of lumber folk, turn the poet out of door, as where some flower lay withering on the ground,

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

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,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

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

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

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

i 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,

as anyone, he won't be made ashamed but if it had to perish twice, they cannot mean to plant it, no he promptly gives it back, that is if still if he wa'n't kept strict watch of, and it ended

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

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,

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

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

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,

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

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,

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

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

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