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…

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

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?

“OH, let’s go up the hill and scare our… As reckless as the best of them to-night… By setting fire to all the brush we pile… With pitchy hands to wait for rain or sn… Oh, let’s not wait for rain to make it s…

A winter garden in an alder swamp, Where conies now come out to sun and rom… As near a paradise as it can be And not melt snow or start a dormant tre… It lifts existence on a plane of snow

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,

To think to know the country and now kno… The hillside on the day the sun lets go Ten million silver lizards out of snow! As often as I’ve seen it done before I can’t pretend to tell the way it’s don…

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.

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…