Here come real stars to fill the u
And here on earth come emulating f
That though they never equal stars
(And they were never really stars
Achieve at times a very star—like

As told to a child
As I went out a Crow
In a low voice said, 'Oh,
I was looking for you.
How do you do?

No speed of wind or water rushing
But you have speed far greater. Y
Back up a stream of radiance to th
And back through history up the st
And you were given this swiftness,

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

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

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

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

The surest thing there is is we ar
And though none too successful at
Through everything presented, land
And now the very air, of what we r
What is this talked-of mystery of

Poetry is when an emotion has foun

There is a singer everyone has hea
Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood
Who makes the solid tree trunks so
He says that leaves are old and th
Mid-summer is to spring as one to