I left you in the morning,
And in the morning glow,
You walked a way beside me
To make me sad to go.
Do you know me in the gloaming,

The surest thing there is is we ar
And though none too successful at
Through everything presented, land
And now the very air, of what we r
What is this talked-of mystery of

I staid the night for shelter at a
Behind the mountains, with a mothe
Two old—believers. They did all t
MOTHER Folks think a witch who
She could call up to pass a winter

One of my wishes is that those dar
So old and firm they scarcely show
Were not, as 'twere, the merest ma
But stretched away unto the edge o
I should not be withheld but that

“OH, let’s go up the hill and sca
As reckless as the best of them to
By setting fire to all the brush w
With pitchy hands to wait for rain
Oh, let’s not wait for rain to mak

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

I went to turn the grass once afte
Who mowed it in the dew before the
The dew was gone that made his bla
Before I came to view the levelle
I looked for him behind an isle of

When I see birches bend to left a
Across the lines of straighter dar
I like to think some boy’s been sw
But swinging doesn’t bend them dow
As ice-storms do. Often you must

“You ought to have seen what I sa
To the village, through Mortenson
Blueberries as big as the end of y
Real sky-blue, and heavy, and read
In the cavernous pail of the first

Thus of old the Douglas did:
He left his land as he was bid
With the royal heart of Robert th
In a golden case with a golden lid
To carry the same to the Holy Lan