Around bend after bend, It was blown woods and no end. I came to but one house I made but the one friend. At the one house a child was out

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

It snowed in spring on earth so dry and… The flakes could find no landing place t… Hordes spent themselves to make it wet a… And still they failed of any lasting hol… They made no white impression on the bla…

A breeze discovered my open book And began to flutter the leaves to look For a poem there used to be on Spring. I tried to tell her “There’s no such th… For whom would a poem on Spring be by?

He is that fallen lance that lies as hur… That lies unlifted now, come dew, come r… But still lies pointed as it ploughed th… If we who sight along it round the world… See nothing worthy to have been its mark…

You’ll wait a long, long time for anythi… To happen in heaven beyond the floats of… And the Northern Lights that run like t… The sun and moon get crossed, but they n… Nor strike out fire from each other nor…

It is blue-butterfly day here in spring, And with these sky-flakes down in flurry… There is more unmixed color on the wing Than flowers will show for days unless t… But these are flowers that fly and all b…

A bird half wakened in the lunar noon Sang half way through its little inborn… Partly because it sang but once all nigh… And that from no especial bush’s height; Partly because it sang ventriloquist

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…

She had no saying dark enough For the dark pine that kept Forever trying the window latch Of the room where they slept. The tireless but ineffectual hands

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…

It was long I lay Awake that night Wishing that night Would name the hour And tell me whether