The sentencing goes blithely on it
And takes the playfully objected r
As surely as it takes the stroke a
In having its undeviable say.

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

She is as in a field a silken tent
At midday when the sunny summer br
Has dried the dew and all its rope
So that in guys it gently sways at
And its supporting central cedar p

The old dog barks backwards withou
I can remember when he was a pup.

There were three in the meadow by
Gathering up windrows, piling hayc
With an eye always lifted toward t
Where an irregular, sun-bordered c
Darkly advanced with a perpetual d

The living come with grassy tread
To read the gravestones on the hil
The graveyard draws the living sti
But never anymore the dead.
The verses in it say and say:

Mary sat musing on the lamp—flame
Waiting for Warren. When she hear
She ran on tip—toe down the darken
To meet him in the doorway with th
And put him on his guard. “Silas

A dented spider like a snow drop w
On a white Heal-all, holding up a
Like a white piece of lifeless sat
Saw ever curious eye so strange a
Portent in little, assorted death

The mountain held the town as in a
I saw so much before I slept ther
I noticed that I missed stars in
Where its black body cut into the
Near me it seemed: I felt it like

More than halfway up the pass
Was a spring with a broken drinkin
And whether the farmer drank or no
His mare was sure to observe the s
By cramping the wheel on a water-b