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

The buzz-saw snarled and rattled i
And made dust and dropped stove-le
Sweet-scented stuff when the breez
And from there those that lifted e
Five mountain ranges one behind th

Thine emulous fond flowers are dea
And the daft sun—assaulter, he
That frighted thee so oft, is fled
Save only me
(Nor is it sad to thee!)

Others taunt me with having knelt
Always wrong to the light, so neve
Deeper down in the well than where
Gives me back in a shining surface
Me myself in the summer heaven god

Out walking in the frozen swamp on
I paused and said, 'I will turn b
No, I will go on farther—and we s
The hard snow held me, save where
One foot went through. The view w

Something inspires the only cow of
To make no more of a wall than an
And think no more of wall—builders
Her face is flecked with pomace an
A cider syrup. Having tasted frui

It was too lonely for her there,
And too wild,
And since there were but two of th
And no child,
And work was little in the house,

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

Two roads diverged in a yellow woo
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I c
To where it bent in the undergrowt

“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