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

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

He halted in the wind, and - what
Far in the maples, pale, but not a
He stood there bringing March aga
And yet too ready to believe the m
'Oh, that’s the Paradise-in-bloom

I staid the night for shelter at a
Behind the mountains, with a mothe
Two old—believers. They did all t
MOTHER Folks think a witch who
She could call up to pass a winter

SHE stood against the kitchen sin
Over the sink out through a dusty
At weeds the water from the sink m
She wore her cape; her hat was in
Behind her was confusion in the ro

I Dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar w
And a cellar in which the daylight
And the purple-stemmed wild raspbe

My long two-pointed ladder’s stick
Toward heaven still,
And there’s a barrel that I didn’
Beside it, and there may be two or
Apples I didn’t pick upon some bo

Love has earth to which she clings
With hills and circling arms about
Wall within wall to shut fear out.
But Thought has need of no such t
For Thought has a pair of dauntle

Two fairies it was
On a still summer day
Came forth in the woods
With the flowers to play.
The flowers they plucked

Once when the snow of the year was
We stopped by a mountain pasture t
A little Morgan had one forefoot
The other curled at his breast. H
And snorted at us. And then he ha