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.

An ant on the tablecloth
Ran into a dormant moth
Of many times his size.
He showed not the least surprise.
His business wasn’t with such.

The same leaves over and over agai
They fall from giving shade above
To make one texture of faded brown
And fit the earth like a leather g
Before the leaves can mount again

Now close the windows and hush all
If the trees must, let them silent
No bird is singing in them now, an
Be it my loss.
It will be long ere the marshes re

These pools that, though in forest
The total sky almost without defec
And like the flowers beside them,
Will like the flowers beside them
And yet not out by any brook or ri

The people along the sand
All turn and look one way.
They turn their back on the land.
They look at the sea all day.
As long as it takes to pass

No ship of all that under sail or
Have gathered people to us more an
But Pilgrim-manned the Mayflower
Has been her anxious convoy in to

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;

He thought he kept the universe al
For all the voice in answer he cou
Was but the mocking echo of his ow
From some tree-hidden cliff across
Some morning from the boulder-brok

We make ourselves a place apart
Behind light words that tease and
But oh, the agitated heart
Till someone find us really out.
'Tis pity if the case require