I found a dimpled spider, fat and
On a white heal-all, holding up a
Like a white piece of rigid satin
Assorted characters of death and b
Mixed ready to begin the morning r

You’ll wait a long, long time for
To happen in heaven beyond the flo
And the Northern Lights that run
The sun and moon get crossed, but
Nor strike out fire from each othe

(Microscopic)
A speck that would have been benea
On any but a paper sheet so white
Set off across what I had written
And I had idly poised my pen in a

The old dog barks backwards withou
I can remember when he was a pup.

O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fal
To—morrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;

'You know Orion always comes up s
Throwing a leg up over our fence o
And rising on his hands, he looks
Busy outdoors by lantern-light wit
I should have done by daylight, an

Pan came out of the woods one day,

The same leaves over and over agai
They fall from giving shade above
To make one texture of faded brown
And fit the earth like a leather g
Before the leaves can mount again

The great Overdog
That heavenly beast
With a star in one eye
Gives a leap in the east.
He dances upright

The firm house lingers, though ave
With the new city street it has to
But what about the brook
That held the house as in an elbow
I ask as one who knew the brook, i