A boy, presuming on his intellect, Once showed two little monkeys in a cage A burning-glass they could not understan… And never could be made to understand. Words are no good: to say it was a lens

As vain to raise a voice as a sigh In the tumult of free leaves on high. What are you in the shadow of trees Engaged up there with the light and bree… Less than the coral-root you know

The farm house lingers, though averse to… With the new city street it has to wear… But what about the brook That held the house as in an elbow—crook… I ask as one who knew the brook, its str…

A stolen lady was coming on board, But whether stolen from her wedded lord Or from her own self against her will Was not set forth in the lading bill. A stolen lady was all it said.

'You know Orion always comes up sideway… Throwing a leg up over our fence of moun… And rising on his hands, he looks in on… Busy outdoors by lantern-light with some… I should have done by daylight, and inde…

The house had gone to bring again To the midnight sky a sunset glow. Now the chimney was all of the house tha… Like a pistil after the petals go The barn opposed across the way,

Out of the mud two strangers came And caught me splitting wood in the yard… And one of them put me off my aim By hailing cheerily “Hit them hard!” I knew pretty well why he had dropped be…

I came an errand one cloud-blowing eveni… To a slab-built, black-paper-covered hou… Of one room and one window and one door, The only dwelling in a waste cut over A hundred square miles round it in the m…

In a Vermont bedroom closet With a door of two broad boards And for back wall a crumbling old chimne… (And that’s what their toes are towards)… I have a pair of shoes standing,

Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain In Dalton that would someday make his f… There’d been some Boston people out to… And experts said that deep down in the m… The mica sheets were big as plate-glass…

As I came to the edge of the woods, Thrush music—hark! Now if it was dusk outside, Inside it was dark. Too dark in the woods for a bird

If, as they say, some dust thrown in my… Will keep my talk from getting overwise, I’m not the one for putting off the proo… Let it be overwhelming, off a roof And round a corner, blizzard snow for du…