There’s a place called Far-away Meadow We never shall mow in again, Or such is the talk at the farmhouse: The meadow is finished with men. Then now is the chance for the flowers

(To hear us talk) The tree the tempest with a crash of woo… Throws down in front of us is not bar Our passage to our journey’s end for goo… But just to ask us who we think we are

Two fairies it was On a still summer day Came forth in the woods With the flowers to play. The flowers they plucked

It is as true as Caesar’s name was Kais… That no economist was ever wiser (Though prodigal himself and a despiser Of capital and calling thrift a miser). And when we get too far apart in wealth,

The surest thing there is is we are ride… And though none too successful at it, gu… Through everything presented, land and t… And now the very air, of what we ride. What is this talked-of mystery of birth

'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…

But Islands of the Blessèd, bless you s… I never came upon a blessèd one.

Pan came out of the woods one day,—His…

Some one in ancient Mas d’Azil Once took a little pebble wheel And dotted it with red for me, And sent it to me years and years— A million years to be precise—

As gay for you to take your father’s axe As take his gun—rod—to go hunting—fishin… You nick my spruce until its fiber crack… It gives up standing straight and goes d… You link an arm in its arm and you lean

Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray… I paused and said, 'I will turn back fr… No, I will go on farther—and we shall s… The hard snow held me, save where now an… One foot went through. The view was all…

They leave us so to the way we took, As…