One of my wishes is that those dar
So old and firm they scarcely show
Were not, as 'twere, the merest ma
But stretched away unto the edge o
I should not be withheld but that

Come with rain, O loud Southweste
Bring the singer, bring the nester
Give the buried flower a dream;
Make the settled snow—bank steam;
Find the brown beneath the white;

Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night come
But let there never be curtain dra
Between you and me.
Vague dream-head lifted out of the

I didn’t make you know how glad I
To have you come and camp here on
promised myself to get down some d
And see the way you lived, but I
With a houseful of hungry men to f

This saying good-bye on the edge o
And cold to an orchard so young in
Reminds me of all that can happen
An orchard away at the end of the
All winter, cut off by a hill from

It is blue-butterfly day here in s
And with these sky-flakes down in
There is more unmixed color on the
Than flowers will show for days un
But these are flowers that fly and

Snow falling and night falling fas
In a field I looked into going pa
And the ground almost covered smoo
But a few weeds and stubble showin
The woods around it have it—it is

By June our brook’s run out of so
Sought for much after that, it wil
Either to have gone groping underg
(And taken with it all the Hyla b
That shouted in the mist a month a

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

BROWN lived at such a lofty farm
That everyone for miles could see
His lantern when he did his chores
In winter after half-past three.
And many must have seen him make