I have wished a bird would fly awa
And not sing by my house all day;
Have clapped my hands at him from
When it seemed as if I could bear
The fault must partly have been in

The house had gone to bring again
To the midnight sky a sunset glow.
Now the chimney was all of the hou
Like a pistil after the petals go
The barn opposed across the way,

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 had for my winter evening walk—
No one at all with whom to talk,
But I had the cottages in a row
Up to their shining eyes in snow.
And I thought I had the folk with

Love and forgetting might have car
A little further up the mountain s
With night so near, but not much f
They must have halted soon in any
With thoughts of a path back, how

When I spread out my hand here to
I catch no more than a ray
To feel of between thumb and finge
No lasting effect of it lingers.
There was one time and only the on

Thus of old the Douglas did:
He left his land as he was bid
With the royal heart of Robert th
In a golden case with a golden lid
To carry the same to the Holy Lan

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

A dented spider like a snow drop w
On a white Heal-all, holding up a
Like a white piece of lifeless sat
Saw ever curious eye so strange a
Portent in little, assorted death

The line—storm clouds fly tattered
The road is forlorn all day,
Where a myriad snowy quartz stones
And the hoof—prints vanish away.
The roadside flowers, too wet for