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

THE BUZZ-SAW snarled and ratt
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 heart can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to ocean
Holding the curve of one position,
Counting an endless repetition.

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

All out-of-doors looked darkly in
Through the thin frost, almost in
That gathers on the pane in empty
What kept his eyes from giving bac
Was the lamp tilted near them in h

There were three in the meadow by
Gathering up windrows, piling cock
With an eye always lifted toward t
Where an irregular sun—bordered cl
Darkly advanced with a perpetual d

ONCE on the kind of day called “
When the heat slowly hazes and the
By its own power seems to be undon
I was half boring through, half cl
A swamp of cedar. Choked with oil

Seek not in me the big I capital,
Not yet the little dotted in me se
If I have in me any I at all,
'Tis the iota subscript of the Gr
So small am I as an attention beg

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 of the mud two strangers came
And caught me splitting wood in th
And one of them put me off my aim
By hailing cheerily “Hit them har
I knew pretty well why he had drop