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

At the end of the row
I stepped on the toe
Of an unemployed hoe.
It rose in offense
And struck me a blow

The land was ours before we were t
She was our land more than a hundr
Before we were her people. She wa
In Massachusetts, in Virginia,
But we were England’s, still colo

What tree may not the fig be gathe
The grape may not be gathered from
It’s all you know the grape, or kn
As a girl gathered from the birch
Equally with my weight in grapes,

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

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,

Blood has been harder to dam back
Just when we think we have it impo
Behind new barrier walls (and let
It breaks away in some new kind of
We choose to say it is let loose b

These pools that, though in forest
The total sky almost without defec
And like the flowers beside them,
Will like the flowers beside them
And yet not out by any brook or ri

Out through the fields and the woo
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and desce
I have come by the highway home,

Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air
That crossed me from sweet things,