Grief may have thought it was grie
Care may have thought it was care.
They were welcome to their belief,
The overimportant pair.
No, it took all the snows that clu

The mountain held the town as in a
I saw so much before I slept ther
I noticed that I missed stars in
Where its black body cut into the
Near me it seemed: I felt it like

Mary sat musing on the lamp—flame
Waiting for Warren. When she hear
She ran on tip—toe down the darken
To meet him in the doorway with th
And put him on his guard. “Silas

THERE’S a patch of old snow in
That I should have guessed
Was a blow—away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.
It is speckled with grime as if

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

He is that fallen lance that lies
That lies unlifted now, come dew,
But still lies pointed as it ploug
If we who sight along it round the
See nothing worthy to have been it

I’ve tried the new moon tilted in
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cl
As you might try a jewel in your h
I’ve tried it fine with little bre
Alone, or in one ornament combinin

I left you in the morning,
And in the morning glow,
You walked a way beside me
To make me sad to go.
Do you know me in the gloaming,

To Ridgely Torrence
On Last Looking into His 'Hesper
I often see flowers from a passing
That are gone before I can tell w
I want to get out of the train and

A voice said, Look me in the star
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth