Once when the snow of the year was
We stopped by a mountain pasture t
A little Morgan had one forefoot
The other curled at his breast. H
And snorted at us. And then he ha

Poetry is when an emotion has foun

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

When the spent sun throws up its r
And goes down burning into the gul
No voice in nature is heard to cry
At what has happened. Birds, at l
It is the change to darkness in th

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

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,

We chanced in passing by that afte
To catch it in a sort of special p
Among tar-banded ancient cherry tr
Set well back from the road in ran
The little cottage we were speakin

The living come with grassy tread
To read the gravestones on the hil
The graveyard draws the living sti
But never anymore the dead.
The verses in it say and say:

I have been one acquainted with th
I have walked out in rain—and back
I have outwalked the furthest city
I have looked down the saddest cit
I have passed by the watchman on h

Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air
That crossed me from sweet things,