I WALKED down alone Sunday aft
To the place where John has been
To see for myself about the birch
He said I could have to bush my p
The sun in the new-cut narrow gap

I staid the night for shelter at a
Behind the mountains, with a mothe
Two old—believers. They did all t
MOTHER Folks think a witch who
She could call up to pass a winter

Brown lived at such a lofty farm
That everyone for miles could see
His lantern when he did his chores
In winter after half-past three.
And many must have seen him make

I’ve known ere now an interfering
Of alder catch my lifted axe behin
But that was in the woods, to hold
From striking at another alder’s r
And that was, as I say, an alder

Thine emulous fond flowers are dea
And the daft sun—assaulter, he
That frighted thee so oft, is fled
Save only me
(Nor is it sad to thee!)

It was long I lay
Awake that night
Wishing that night
Would name the hour
And tell me whether

I met a lady from the South who s
(You won’t believe she said it, bu
‘None of my family ever worked, or
A thing to sell.’ I don’t suppose
Much matters. You may work for al

The buzz—saw snarled and rattled i
And made dust and dropped stove—le
Sweet—scented stuff when the breez
And from there those that lifted e
Five mountain ranges one behind th

The land was ours before we were t
She was our land more than a hundr
Before we were her people. She wa
In Massachusetts, in Virginia,
But we were England’s, still colo

The bear puts both arms around the
And draws it down as if it were a
And its choke cherries lips to kis
Then lets it snap back upright in
Her next step rocks a boulder on t