Lady of dusk-wood fastnesses, Thou art my Lady. I have known the crisp, splinterin… White, slender through green sapli… I have lain by thee on the brown f…

The dayseye hugging the earth in August, ha! Spring is gone down in purple, weeds stand high in the corn, the rainbeaten furrow

It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.

You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich

Summer! the painting is organized about a young reaper enjoying his noonday rest

Again I reply to the triple winds running chromatic fifths of derisi… outside my window: Play louder. You will not succeed. I am

I have discovered that most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see t… the domes of the Church of the Paulist Fathers in Weehawken

This is a schoolyard crowded with children of all ages near a village on a small stream

Each time it rings I think it is for me but it is not for me nor for anyone it merely

One leaves his leaves at home beomg a mullen and sends up a ligh… to peer from: I will have my way, yellow—A mast with a lantern, ten fifty, a hundred, smaller and smal…

A rumpled sheet Of brown paper About the length And apparent bulk Of a man was

I bought a dish mop— having no daughter— for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine