The rain to the wind said,
'You push and I’ll pelt.'
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged - though not dead.

Whose woods these are I think I k
His house is in the village, thoug
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with sn
My little horse must think it quee

THE BUZZ-SAW snarled and ratt
And made dust and dropped stove-le
Sweet-scented stuff when the breez
And from there those that lifted e
Five mountain ranges one behind th

These pools that, though in forest
The total sky almost without defec
And like the flowers beside them,
Will like the flowers beside them
And yet not out by any brook or ri

He thought he kept the universe al
For all the voice in answer he cou
Was but the mocking echo of his ow
From some tree-hidden cliff across
Some morning from the boulder-brok

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

It was long I lay
Awake that night
Wishing that night
Would name the hour
And tell me whether

Blood has been harder to dam back
Just when we think we have it impo
Behind new barrier walls (and let
It breaks away in some new kind of
We choose to say it is let loose b

Here come the line-gang pioneering
They throw a forest down less cut
They plant dead trees for living,
They string together with a living
They string an instrument against

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.