How countlessly they congregate
O’er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as t
When wintry winds do blow!—
As if with keenness for our fate,

As I went down the hill along the
There was a gate I had leaned at
And had just turned from when I f
As you came up the hill. We met.
We did that day was mingle great a

The three stood listening to a fre
Of wind that caught against the ho
Gulped snow, and then blew free ag
Dressed, but dishevelled from some
Meserve belittled in the great ski

Mary sat musing on the lamp—flame
Waiting for Warren. When she hear
She ran on tip—toe down the darken
To meet him in the doorway with th
And put him on his guard. “Silas

I let myself in at the kitchen doo
'It’s you,' she said. 'I can’t ge
Not answering your knock. I can n
Let people in than I can keep the
I’m getting too old for my size,

To drive Paul out of any lumber c
All that was needed was to say to
‘How is the wife, Paul?’- and he’
Some said it was because be bad no
And hated to be twitted on the sub

They leave us so to the way we too

A voice said, Look me in the star
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth

Others taunt me with having knelt
Always wrong to the light, so neve
Deeper down in the well than where
Gives me back in a shining surface
Me myself in the summer heaven god

'You know Orion always comes up s
Throwing a leg up over our fence o
And rising on his hands, he looks
Busy outdoors by lantern-light wit
I should have done by daylight, an