Come with rain, O loud Southweste
Bring the singer, bring the nester
Give the buried flower a dream;
Make the settled snow—bank steam;
Find the brown beneath the white;

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

I met a lady from the South who s
(You won’t believe she said it, bu
‘None of my family ever worked, or
A thing to sell.’ I don’t suppose
Much matters. You may work for al

I stay;
But it isn’t as if
There wasn’t always Hudson’s Bay
And the fur trade,
A small skiff

Once when the snow of the year was
We stopped by a mountain pasture t
A little Morgan had one forefoot
The other curled at his breast. H
And snorted at us. And then he ha

The witch that came (the withered
To wash the steps with pail and ra
Was once the beauty Abishag,
The picture pride of Hollywood.
Too many fall from great and good

The battle rent a cobweb diamond—s
And cut a flower beside a ground b
Before it stained a single human b
The stricken flower bent double an
And still the bird revisited her y

O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fal
To—morrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;

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

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