He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting d… Looking back over her shoulder at some f… She took a doubtful step and then undid… To raise herself and look again. He sp…

There is a singer everyone has heard, Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird, Who makes the solid tree trunks sound ag… He says that leaves are old and that for… Mid-summer is to spring as one to ten.

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

‘Fred, where is north?’ ‘North? North is there, my love. The brook runs west.’ ‘West—running Brook then call it.’ (West—Running Brook men call it to this…

The mountain held the town as in a shado… I saw so much before I slept there once… I noticed that I missed stars in the we… Where its black body cut into the sky. Near me it seemed: I felt it like a wal…

Inscription for a Garden Wall Winds blow the open grassy places bleak; But where this old wall burns a sunny ch… They eddy over it too toppling weak To blow the earth or anything self-clear…

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…

Let me be the one To do what is done.

Always the same, when on a fated night At last the gathered snow lets down as w… As may be in dark woods, and with a song It shall not make again all winter long Of hissing on the yet uncovered ground,