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

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,

As told to a child
When we locked up the house at nig
We always locked the flowers outsi
And cut them off from window light
The time I dreamed the door was t

We sit indoors and talk of the col
And every gust that gathers streng
Is a threat to the house. But the
We think of the tree. If it never
We’ll know, we say, that this was

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,

Grief may have thought it was grie
Care may have thought it was care.
They were welcome to their belief,
The overimportant pair.
No, it took all the snows that clu

My long two-pointed ladder’s stick
Toward heaven still.
And there’s a barrel that I didn’
Beside it, and there may be two or
Apples I didn’t pick upon some bo

He would declare and could himself
That the birds there in all the ga
From having heard the daylong voic
Had added to their own an oversoun
Her tone of meaning but without th

There is a singer everyone has hea
Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood
Who makes the solid tree trunks so
He says that leaves are old and th
Mid-summer is to spring as one to

A neighbor of mine in the village
Likes to tell how one spring
When she was a girl on the farm, s
A childlike thing.
One day she asked her father