A governor it was proclaimed this
When all who would come seeking in
Ancestral memories might come toge
And those of the name Stark gathe
A rock-strewn town where farming h

Out through the fields and the woo
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and desce
I have come by the highway home,

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

I stay;
But it isn’t as if
There wasn’t always Hudson’s Bay
And the fur trade,
A small skiff

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;

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

All crying, ‘We will go with you,
The foliage follow him, leaf and s
But a sleep oppresses them as they
And they end by bidding them as th
And they end by bidding him stay w

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

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,