Nothing to say to all those marria
She had made three herself to thre
The score was even for them, three
But come to die she found she care
She thought of children in a buria

Whose woods these are I think I k
His house is in the village, thoug
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with sn
My little horse must think it quee

The battle rent a cobweb diamond-s
And cut a flower beside a ground b
Before it stained a single human b
The stricken flower bent double an
And still the bird revisited her y

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.

There were three in the meadow by
Gathering up windrows, piling hayc
With an eye always lifted toward t
Where an irregular, sun-bordered c
Darkly advanced with a perpetual d

A house that lacks, seemingly, mis
With doors that none but the wind
Its floor all littered with glass
It stands in a garden of old-fashi
I pass by that way in the gloaming

A neighbor of mine in the village
Likes to tell how one spring
When she was a girl on the farm, s
A childlike thing.
One day she asked her father

I met a lady from the South who s
(You won’t believe she said it, bu
‘None of my family ever worked, or
A thing to sell.’ I don’t suppose
Much matters. You may work for al

He thought he kept the universe al
For all the voice in answer he cou
Was but the mocking echo of his ow
From some tree-hidden cliff across
Some morning from the boulder-brok

Love and forgetting might have car
A little further up the mountain s
With night so near, but not much f
They must have halted soon in any
With thoughts of a path back, how