The people along the sand
All turn and look one way.
They turn their back on the land.
They look at the sea all day.
As long as it takes to pass

He would declare and could himself
That the birds there in all the ga
From having heard the daylong voic
Had added to their own an oversoun
Her tone of meaning but without th

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?

(To hear us talk)
The tree the tempest with a crash
Throws down in front of us is not
Our passage to our journey’s end f
But just to ask us who we think we

“Willis, I didn’t want you here t
The lawyer’s coming for the compan
I’m going to sell my soul, or, rat
Five hundred dollars for the pair,
“With you the feet have nearly bee

We make ourselves a place apart
Behind light words that tease and
But oh, the agitated heart
Till someone find us really out.
'Tis pity if the case require

Something there is that doesn’t lo
That sends the frozen—ground—swell
And spills the upper boulders in t
And makes gaps even two can pass a
The work of hunters is another thi

As I came to the edge of the wood
Thrush music —hark!
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.
Too dark in the woods for a bird

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

Lovers, forget your love,
And list to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.
When the frosty window veil