To Ridgely Torrence
On Last Looking into His 'Hesper
I often see flowers from a passing
That are gone before I can tell w
I want to get out of the train and

No ship of all that under sail or
Have gathered people to us more an
But Pilgrim-manned the Mayflower
Has been her anxious convoy in to

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

He saw her from the bottom of the
Before she saw him. She was star
Looking back over her shoulder at
She took a doubtful step and then
To raise herself and look again.

The well was dry beside the door,
And so we went with pail and can
Across the fields behind the house
To seek the brook if still it ran;
Not loth to have excuse to go,

The city had withdrawn into itself
And left at last the country to th
When between whirls of snow not co
And whirls of foliage not yet laid
A stranger to our yard, who looked

Before man to blow to right
The wind once blew itself untaught
And did its loudest day and night
In any rough place where it caught
Man came to tell it what was wrong

The fisherman’s swapping a yarn fo
Under the hand of the village barb
And her in the angle of house and
His deep-sea dory has found a harb
At anchor she rides the sunny sod

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

Out walking in the frozen swamp on
I paused and said, “I will turn b
No, I will go on farther—and we s
The hard snow held me, save where
One foot went through. The view w