Inscription for a Garden Wall
Winds blow the open grassy places
But where this old wall burns a su
They eddy over it too toppling wea
To blow the earth or anything self

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

Dust always blowing about the town
Except when sea—fog laid it down,
And I was one of the children tol
Some of the blowing dust was gold.
All the dust the wind blew high

A saturated meadow,
Sun—shaped and jewel—small,
A circle scarcely wider
Than the trees around were tall;
Where winds were quite excluded,

YOU were forever finding some new
So when I saw you down on hands a
In the meadow, busy with the new-c
Trying, I thought, to set it up o
I went to show you how to make it

A Stranger came to the door at ev
And he spoke the bridegroom fair.
He bore a green-white stick in his
And, for all burden, care.
He asked with the eyes more than t

It went many years,
But at last came a knock,
And I thought of the door
With no lock to lock.
I blew out the light,

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;

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

Some say the world will end in fir
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if I had to perish twice,