I had for my winter evening walk— No one at all with whom to talk, But I had the cottages in a row Up to their shining eyes in snow. And I thought I had the folk within:

Back out of all this now too much for us… Back in a time made simple by the loss Of detail, burned, dissolved, and broken… Like graveyard marble sculpture in the w… There is a house that is no more a house

There were three in the meadow by the br… Gathering up windrows, piling haycocks u… With an eye always lifted toward the wes… Where an irregular, sun-bordered cloud Darkly advanced with a perpetual dagger

The white-tailed hornet lives in a ballo… That floats against the ceiling of the w… The exit he comes out at like a bullet Is like the pupil of a pointed gun. And having power to change his aim in fl…

Did you stay up last night (the Magi di… To see the star shower known as Leonid That once a year by hand or apparatus Is so mysteriously pelted at us? It is but fiery puffs of dust and pebble…

The swinging mill bell changed its rate To tolling like the count of fate, And though at that the tardy ran, One failed to make the closing gate. There was a law of God or man

He thought he kept the universe alone; For all the voice in answer he could wak… Was but the mocking echo of his own From some tree-hidden cliff across the l… Some morning from the boulder-broken bea…

EVEN the bravest that are slain Shall not dissemble their surprise On waking to find valor reign, Even as on earth, in paradise; And where they sought without the sword

Once when the snow of the year was begin… We stopped by a mountain pasture to say… A little Morgan had one forefoot on the… The other curled at his breast. He dipp… And snorted at us. And then he had to b…

The rain to the wind said, ‘You push and I’ll pelt.’ They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged– though not dead.

You like to hear about gold. A king filled his prison room As full as the room could hold To the top of his reach on the wall With every known shape of the stuff.

'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…