I stood upon a highway, And, behold, there came Many strange peddlers. To me each one made gestures, Holding forth little images, sayin…

Do not weep, maiden, for war is ki… Because your lover threw wild hand… And the affrighted steed ran on al… Do not weep. War is kind.

Forth went the candid man And spoke freely to the wind— When he looked about him he was in… Forth went the candid man And spoke freely to the stars—

A slant of sun on dull brown walls… A forgotten sky of bashful blue. Toward God a mighty hymn, A song of collisions and cries, Rumbling wheels, hoof-beats, bells…

The ocean said to me once, “Look! Yonder on the shore Is a woman, weeping. I have watched her.

Behold, the grave of a wicked man, And near it, a stern spirit. There came a drooping maid with vi… But the spirit grasped her arm. ‘No flowers for him,’ he said.

Tradition, thou art for suckling c… Thou art the enlivening milk for b… But no meat for men is in thee. Then— But, alas, we all are babes.

A learned man came to me once. He said, “I know the way,—come.” And I was overjoyed at this. Together we hastened. Soon, too soon, were we

ONCE I saw mountains angry, And ranged in battle-front. Against them stood a little man; Ay, he was no bigger than my finge… I laughed, and spoke to one near m…

To the maiden The sea was blue meadow, Alive with little froth-people Singing. To the sailor, wrecked,

God lay dead in heaven; Angels sang the hymn of the end; Purple winds went moaning, Their wings drip-dripping With blood

And you love me I love you. You are, then, cold coward. Aye; but, beloved, When I strive to come to you,

Once, I knew a fine song, —It is true, believe me— It was all of birds, And I held them in a basket; When I opened the wicket,

If I should cast off this tattere… And go free into the mighty sky; If I should find nothing there But a vast blue, Echoless, ignorant—

Love walked alone. The rocks cut her tender feet, And the brambles tore her fair lim… There came a companion to her, But, alas, he was no help,