As I went down the hill along the
There was a gate I had leaned at
And had just turned from when I f
As you came up the hill. We met.
We did that day was mingle great a

Here further up the mountain slope
Than there was every any hope,
My father built, enclosed a spring
Strung chains of wall round everyt
Subdued the growth of earth to gra

The line-storm clouds fly tattered
The road is forlorn all day,
Where a myriad snowy quartz stones
And the hoof-prints vanish away.
The roadside flowers, too wet for

A lantern light from deeper in the
Shone on a man and woman in the do
And threw their lurching shadows o
Near by, all dark in every glossy
A horse’s hoof pawed once the holl

There was never a sound beside the
And that was my long scythe whispe
What was it it whispered? I knew
Perhaps it was something about the
Something, perhaps, about the lack

One of my wishes is that those dar
So old and firm they scarcely show
Were not, as 'twere, the merest ma
But stretched away unto the edge o
I should not be withheld but that

A winter garden in an alder swamp,
Where conies now come out to sun a
As near a paradise as it can be
And not melt snow or start a dorma
It lifts existence on a plane of s

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

Brown lived at such a lofty farm
That everyone for miles could see
His lantern when he did his chores
In winter after half-past three.
And many must have seen him make

EVEN the bravest that are slain
Shall not dissemble their surprise
On waking to find valor reign,
Even as on earth, in paradise;
And where they sought without the