First under up and then again down under… We watch a circus of revolving dogs No senator dares in to kick asunder Lest both should bite him in the toga-to…

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…

Never have I been glad or sad That there was such a thing as bad. There had to be, I understood, For there to have been any good. It was by having been contrasted

The little old house was out with a litt… In front at the edge of the road where t… A roadside stand that too pathetically p… It would not be fair to say for a dole o… But for some of the money, the cash, who…

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,

I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, On a white heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth— Assorted characters of death and blight Mixed ready to begin the morning right,

Come with rain, O loud Southwester! Bring the singer, bring the nester; Give the buried flower a dream; Make the settled snow—bank steam; Find the brown beneath the white;

That far-off day the leaves in flight Were letting in the colder light. A season-ending wind there blew That as it did the forest strew I leaned on with a singing trust

But outer Space, At least this far, For all the fuss Of the populace Stays more popular

By June our brook’s run out of song and… Sought for much after that, it will be f… Either to have gone groping underground (And taken with it all the Hyla breed That shouted in the mist a month ago,