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

When the wind works against us in
And pelts with snow
The lowest chamber window on the e
And whispers with a sort of stifle
The beast,

He gave the solid rail a hateful k
From far away there came an answer
And then another tick. He knew th
His hate had roused an engine up t
He wished when he had had the trac

He halted in the wind, and - what
Far in the maples, pale, but not a
He stood there bringing March aga
And yet too ready to believe the m
'Oh, that’s the Paradise-in-bloom

Out of the mud two strangers came
And caught me splitting wood in th
And one of them put me off my aim
By hailing cheerily “Hit them har
I knew pretty well why he had drop

They sent him back to her. The le
Saying... And she could have him.
She could be sure there was no hid
Under the formal writing, he was i
Living. They gave him back to her

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

When a friend calls to me from the
And slows his horse to a meaning w
I don’t stand still and look aroun
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What i

It is blue-butterfly day here in s
And with these sky-flakes down in
There is more unmixed color on the
Than flowers will show for days un
But these are flowers that fly and

Her Word
One ought not to have to care
So much as you and I
Care when the birds come round the
To seem to say good—bye;