The shine of many city streets Confuses any countryman; It flickers here and flashes there… It goes as soon as it began, It beckons many ways at once

My window looks upon a wood That stands as tangled as it stood When God was centuries too young To care how right he worked, or wr… His patterns in obedient trees,

I entered dutiful, God knows, The room in which I was to sit With dreary unbelieving books. It was surprising, I suppose, To find such happy change in it:

By dark severance the apparition h… Smiles from the air a capital on n… Column or a Platonic perhaps head On a canvas sky depending from not… Stirs up an old illusion of grande…

JANE SNEED BEGAN IT: My p… Ten years ago, pretty it was in a… To run as boys and girls do in the… At that time, leap and hollo and s… Came easily to pass.

By night they haunted a thicket of… Out of that black ground suddenly… Else angels lost in each other and… Lovers they knew they were, but wh… Why should two lovers be frozen ap…

Do not enforce the tired wolf Dragging his infected wound homewa… To sit tonight with the warm child… Naming the pretty kings of France… The images of the invaded mind

THE country farmer has his joys Of little city girls and boys When brother Thomas brings his br… Of motherless brats in Christmas… To try our country air and food.

I VIEWED him well, the visible… And yet I took him in; for I cont… Friends are not sent in order of o… They come unsuited like the gifts… I would not do a perfidy to friend…

The wind went cold as the day went… And I went very sad, Till I saw something by the road That brought me round and glad. The keen wind nipped me northerly

IN dog-days plowmen quit their to… And frog-ponds in the meadow boil, And grasses on the upland broil, And all the coiling things uncoil, And eggs and meats and Christians…

The little cousin is dead, by foul… A green bough from Virginia’s age… And none of the county kin like th… Nor some of the world of outer dar… A boy not beautiful, nor good, nor…

I sat in a friendly company And wagged my wicked tongue so wel… My friends were listening close to… The wickedest tales that I could… For many a fond youth waits, I sa…

SAVOR of love is thick on the A… The blunted boughs dispose their l… And many sorry steeds dismissed to… Toss their old forelocks, flourish… Where is there any unpersuaded poe…

If the power of God were mine, an… I never could dwell in my law, whi… But my pity would plague me still!… I would summon my ministers often… ’Do ye see them walk on the unwake…