SHE stood against the kitchen sin
Over the sink out through a dusty
At weeds the water from the sink m
She wore her cape; her hat was in
Behind her was confusion in the ro

No ship of all that under sail or
Have gathered people to us more an
But Pilgrim-manned the Mayflower
Has been her anxious convoy in to

To think to know the country and n
The hillside on the day the sun le
Ten million silver lizards out of
As often as I’ve seen it done bef
I can’t pretend to tell the way it

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

God made a beatous garden
With lovely flowers strown,
But one straight, narrow pathway
That was not overgrown.
And to this beauteous garden

Builder, in building the little ho
In every way you may please yourse
But please please me in the kitche
Don’t build me a chimney upon a sh
However far you must go for bricks

Old Davis owned a solid mica moun
In Dalton that would someday make
There’d been some Boston people o
And experts said that deep down in
The mica sheets were big as plate-

ONCE on the kind of day called “
When the heat slowly hazes and the
By its own power seems to be undon
I was half boring through, half cl
A swamp of cedar. Choked with oil

They leave us so to the way we too

The heart can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to ocean
Holding the curve of one position,
Counting an endless repetition.