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

He would declare and could himself
That the birds there in all the ga
From having heard the daylong voic
Had added to their own an oversoun
Her tone of meaning but without th

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.

The shattered water made a misty d
Great waves looked over others com
And thought of doing something to
That water never did to land befor
The clouds were low and hairy in t

An ant on the tablecloth
Ran into a dormant moth
Of many times his size.
He showed not the least surprise.
His business wasn’t with such.

Something inspires the only cow of
To make no more of a wall than an
And think no more of wall—builders
Her face is flecked with pomace an
A cider syrup. Having tasted frui

A saturated meadow,
Sun—shaped and jewel—small,
A circle scarcely wider
Than the trees around were tall;
Where winds were quite excluded,

Grief may have thought it was grie
Care may have thought it was care.
They were welcome to their belief,
The overimportant pair.
No, it took all the snows that clu

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

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;