When I see birches bend to left a
Across the lines of straighter dar
I like to think some boy’s been sw
But swinging doesn’t bend them dow
As ice-storms do. Often you must

They sent him back to her. The le
Saying... And she could have him.
She could be sure there was no hid
Under the formal writing, he was i
Living. They gave him back to her

He gave the solid rail a hateful k
From far away there came an answer
And then another tick. He knew th
His hate had roused an engine up t
He wished when he had had the trac

The city had withdrawn into itself
And left at last the country to th
When between whirls of snow not co
And whirls of foliage not yet laid
A stranger to our yard, who looked

Pan came out of the woods one day,

It was long I lay
Awake that night
Wishing that night
Would name the hour
And tell me whether

The rain to the wind said,
'You push and I’ll pelt.'
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged - though not dead.

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart

There sandy seems the golden sky
And golden seems the sandy plain.
No habitation meets the eye
Unless in the horizon rim,
Some halfway up the limestone wall

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