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

A winter garden in an alder swamp,
Where conies now come out to sun a
As near a paradise as it can be
And not melt snow or start a dorma
It lifts existence on a plane of s

“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

A scent of ripeness from over a wa
And come to leave the routine road
And look for what had made me stal
There sure enough was an apple tre
That had eased itself of its summe

Old Davis owned a solid mica moun
In Dalton that would someday make
There’d been some Boston people o
And experts said that deep down in
The mica sheets were big as plate-

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

The city had withdrawn into itself
And left at last the country to th
When between whirls of snow not co
And whirls of foliage not yet laid
A stranger to our yard, who looked

We sit indoors and talk of the col
And every gust that gathers streng
Is a threat to the house. But the
We think of the tree. If it never
We’ll know, we say, that this was

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;

“OH, let’s go up the hill and sca
As reckless as the best of them to
By setting fire to all the brush w
With pitchy hands to wait for rain
Oh, let’s not wait for rain to mak