She had no saying dark enough
For the dark pine that kept
Forever trying the window latch
Of the room where they slept.
The tireless but ineffectual hands

We chanced in passing by that afte
To catch it in a sort of special p
Among tar-banded ancient cherry tr
Set well back from the road in ran
The little cottage we were speakin

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

HERE come the line-gang pioneeri
They throw a forest down less cut
They plant dead trees for living,
They string together with a living
They string an instrument against

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,

All out-of-doors looked darkly in
Through the thin frost, almost in
That gathers on the pane in empty
What kept his eyes from giving bac
Was the lamp tilted near them in h

A Stranger came to the door at ev
And he spoke the bridegroom fair.
He bore a green-white stick in his
And, for all burden, care.
He asked with the eyes more than t

Lovers, forget your love,
And list to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.
When the frosty window veil

I have been one acquainted with th
I have walked out in rain—and back
I have outwalked the furthest city
I have looked down the saddest cit
I have passed by the watchman on h

The play seems out for an almost i
Don’t mind a little thing like the
The only I worry about is the sun
We’ll be all right if nothing goes