The people along the sand
All turn and look one way.
They turn their back on the land.
They look at the sea all day.
As long as it takes to pass

The city had withdrawn into itself
And left at last the country to th
When between whirls of snow not co
And whirls of foliage not yet laid
A stranger to our yard, who looked

For Lincoln MacVeagh
Never tell me that not one star of
That slip from heaven at night and
Has been picked up with stones to
Some laborer found one faded and s

Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night come
But let there never be curtain dra
Between you and me.
Vague dream-head lifted out of the

Pan came out of the woods one day,

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

I didn’t make you know how glad I
To have you come and camp here on
promised myself to get down some d
And see the way you lived, but I
With a houseful of hungry men to f

YOU come to fetch me from my work
When supper’s on the table, and we
If I can leave off burying the wh
Soft petals fallen from the apple
(Soft petals, yes, but not so barr

As told to a child
As I went out a Crow
In a low voice said, 'Oh,
I was looking for you.
How do you do?

I WALKED down alone Sunday aft
To the place where John has been
To see for myself about the birch
He said I could have to bush my p
The sun in the new-cut narrow gap