If heaven were to do again, And on the pasture bars, I leaned to line the figures in Between the dotted stars, I should be tempted to forget,

When I got up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy d… Half closes the garden path. And when I come to the garden ground,

Such a fine pullet ought to go All coiffured to a winter show, And be exhibited, and win. The answer is this one has been— And come with all her honors home.

I didn’t make you know how glad I was To have you come and camp here on our la… promised myself to get down some day And see the way you lived, but I don’t… With a houseful of hungry men to feed

NOW that they’ve got it settled whose… I’m going to tell them something they wo… They’ve got it settled wrong, and I can… Flattered I must be to have two towns f… To make a present of me to each other.

We chanced in passing by that afternoon To catch it in a sort of special picture Among tar-banded ancient cherry trees, Set well back from the road in rank lodg… The little cottage we were speaking of,

It is getting dark and time he drew to a… But the blizzard blinds him to any house… The storm gets down his neck in an icy s… That sucks his breath like a wicked cat… The snow blows on him and off him, exert…

HERE come the line-gang pioneering by. They throw a forest down less cut than b… They plant dead trees for living, and th… They string together with a living threa… They string an instrument against the sk…

He halted in the wind, and– what was th… Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost… He stood there bringing March against h… And yet too ready to believe the most. ‘Oh, that’s the Paradise-in-bloom,' I s…