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

A dented spider like a snow drop w
On a white Heal-all, holding up a
Like a white piece of lifeless sat
Saw ever curious eye so strange a
Portent in little, assorted death

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,

Snow falling and night falling fas
In a field I looked into going pa
And the ground almost covered smoo
But a few weeds and stubble showin
The woods around it have it—it is

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

They leave us so to the way we too

When I was young my teachers were
I gave up fire for form till I wa
I suffered like a metal being cast
I went to school to age to learn t
Now when I am old my teachers are

The old dog barks backwards withou
I can remember when he was a pup.

When a friend calls to me from the
And slows his horse to a meaning w
I don’t stand still and look aroun
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What i

Sea waves are green and wet,
But up from where they die,
Rise others vaster yet,
And those are brown and dry.
They are the sea made land