The sentencing goes blithely on it
And takes the playfully objected r
As surely as it takes the stroke a
In having its undeviable say.

To Ridgely Torrence
On Last Looking into His 'Hesper
I often see flowers from a passing
That are gone before I can tell w
I want to get out of the train and

She is as in a field a silken tent
At midday when the sunny summer br
Has dried the dew and all its rope
So that in guys it gently sways at
And its supporting central cedar p

Her Word
One ought not to have to care
So much as you and I
Care when the birds come round the
To seem to say good—bye;

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

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,

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

The land was ours before we were t
She was our land more than a hundr
Before we were her people. She wa
In Massachusetts, in Virginia,
But we were England’s, still colo

Was there even a cause too lost,
Ever a cause that was lost too lon
Or that showed with the lapse of t
For the generous tears of youth an

ALWAYS the same, when on a fate
At last the gathered snow lets dow
As may be in dark woods, and with
It shall not make again all winter
Of hissing on the yet uncovered gr