I let myself in at the kitchen doo
'It’s you,' she said. 'I can’t ge
Not answering your knock. I can n
Let people in than I can keep the
I’m getting too old for my size,

Afield at dusk
What things for dream there are wh
Moving amond tall haycocks lightly
I enter alone upon the stubbled fi
From which the laborers’ voices la

When I was young my teachers were
I gave up fire for form till I wa
I suffered like a metal being cast
I went to school to age to learn t
Now when I am old my teachers are

Inscription for a Garden Wall
Winds blow the open grassy places
But where this old wall burns a su
They eddy over it too toppling wea
To blow the earth or anything self

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

No ship of all that under sail or
Have gathered people to us more an
But Pilgrim-manned the Mayflower
Has been her anxious convoy in to

I’ve known ere now an interfering
Of alder catch my lifted axe behin
But that was in the woods, to hold
From striking at another alder’s r
And that was, as I say, an alder

As I went down the hill along the
There was a gate I had leaned at
And had just turned from when I f
As you came up the hill. We met.
We did that day was mingle great a

The witch that came (the withered
To wash the steps with pail and ra
Was once the beauty Abishag,
The picture pride of Hollywood.
Too many fall from great and good

The well was dry beside the door,
And so we went with pail and can
Across the fields behind the house
To seek the brook if still it ran;
Not loth to have excuse to go,