It is late at night and still I am losi… But still I am steady and unaccusing. As long as the Declaration guards My right to be equal in number of cards, It is nothing to me who runs the Dive.

When the wind works against us in the da… And pelts with snow The lowest chamber window on the east, And whispers with a sort of stifled bark… The beast,

EVEN the bravest that are slain Shall not dissemble their surprise On waking to find valor reign, Even as on earth, in paradise; And where they sought without the sword

No ship of all that under sail or steam Have gathered people to us more and more But Pilgrim-manned the Mayflower in a d… Has been her anxious convoy in to shore.

A stolen lady was coming on board, But whether stolen from her wedded lord Or from her own self against her will Was not set forth in the lading bill. A stolen lady was all it said.

I had for my winter evening walk— No one at all with whom to talk, But I had the cottages in a row Up to their shining eyes in snow. And I thought I had the folk within:

In a Vermont bedroom closet With a door of two broad boards And for back wall a crumbling old chimne… (And that’s what their toes are towards)… I have a pair of shoes standing,

No, I had set no prohibiting sign, And yes, my land was hardly fenced. Nevertheless the land was mine: I was being trespassed on and against. Whoever the surly freedom took

There were three in the meadow by the br… Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of h… With an eye always lifted toward the wes… Where an irregular sun—bordered cloud Darkly advanced with a perpetual dagger

I turned to speak to God About the world’s despair; But to make bad matters worse I found God wasn’t there. God turned to speak to me

Lancaster bore him—such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn’t see him of… Of late years, though he keeps the old h… And sends the children down there with t… To run wild in the summer—a little wild.

All crying, ‘We will go with you, O Wi… The foliage follow him, leaf and stem; But a sleep oppresses them as they go, And they end by bidding them as they go, And they end by bidding him stay with th…

Love and forgetting might have carried t… A little further up the mountain side With night so near, but not much further… They must have halted soon in any case With thoughts of a path back, how rough…

I farm a pasture where the boulders lie As touching as a basket full of eggs, And though they’re nothing anybody begs, I wonder if it wouldn’t signify For me to send you one out where you liv…