He halted in the wind, and - what
Far in the maples, pale, but not a
He stood there bringing March aga
And yet too ready to believe the m
'Oh, that’s the Paradise-in-bloom

How countlessly they congregate
O’er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as t
When wintry winds do blow!—
As if with keenness for our fate,

The house had gone to bring again
To the midnight sky a sunset glow.
Now the chimney was all of the hou
Like a pistil after the petals go
The barn opposed across the way,

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

To Ridgely Torrence
On Last Looking into His 'Hesper
I often see flowers from a passing
That are gone before I can tell w
I want to get out of the train and

I slumbered with your poems on my
Spread open as I dropped them hal
Like dove wings on a figure on a t
To see, if in a dream they brought
I might not have the chance I mis

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:

The fisherman’s swapping a yarn fo
Under the hand of the village barb
And her in the angle of house and
His deep-sea dory has found a harb
At anchor she rides the sunny sod

I slumbered with your poems on my
Spread open as I dropped them hal
Like dove wings on a figure on a t
To see, if in a dream they brought
I might not have the chance I mis

Whose woods these are I think I k
His house is in the village, thoug
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with sn
My little horse must think it quee