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He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
New Hampshire (1923)
He saw her from the bottom of the stairs
Before she saw him.
North of Boston (1914)
First there's the children's house of make-believe,
Some shattered dishes underneath a pine,
The playthings in the playhouse of the children.
Weep for what little things could make them glad.
Steeple Bush (1947)
I stopped my song and almost heart,
For any eye is an evil eye
That looks in onto a mood apart.
Steeple Bush (1947)
I'm not so much
Unlike other folks as your standing there
Apart would make me out. Give me my chance.
North of Boston (1914)
Her crop was a miscellany
When all was said and done,
A little bit of everything,
A great deal of none.
Mountain Interval (1916)
“Well, who begun it?”
That's what at the end of a war
We always say not who won it,
Or what it was foughten for.
In the Clearing (1962)
She drew back; he was calm
"It is this that had the power,"
And he lashed his open palm
With the tender-headed flower.
A Witness Tree (1942)
Talking is a hydrant in the yard and writing is a faucet upstairs in the house. Opening the first takes all the pressure off the second.
All the dust the wind blew high
Appeared like god in the sunset sky,
But I was one of the children told
Some of the dust was really gold.
West-Running Brook (1928)
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
North of Boston (1914)
We can't appraise the time in which we act.
But for the folly of it, let's pretend
We know enough to know it for adverse.
A Witness Tree (1942)
We see how seriously the races swarm
In their attempts at sovereignty and form.
They are our wards we think to some extent
For the time being and with their consent,
To teach them how Democracy is meant.
For John F. Kennedy His Inauguration (1960)
There was never a sound beside the wood but one,
And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground.
A Boy's Will (1913)
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
She let him look, sure that he wouldn't see,
Blind creature; and awhile he didn't see.
But at last he murmured, "Oh," and again, "Oh."
North of Boston (1914)
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
New Hampshire (1923)
I've broken Anne of gathering bouquets.
It's not fair to the child. It can't be helped though:
Pressed into service means pressed out of shape.
North of Boston (1914)
Why make so much of fragmentary blue
In here and there a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue.
New Hampshire (1923)
Unless I'm wrong
I but obey
The urge of a song:
I'm—bound—away!
And I may return
If dissatisfied
With what I learn
From having died.
In the Clearing (1962)