1874 - 1963
The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard / And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood, / Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.
A Boundless Moment
He halted in the wind, and, what was that / Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost? / He stood there bringing March against his thought,
A Brook In The City
The firm house lingers, though averse to square / With the new city street it has to wear A number in. / But what about the brook
A Cliff Dwelling
There sandy seems the golden sky / And golden seems the sandy plain. / No habitation meets the eye
A Considerable Speck
A speck that would have been beneath my sight / On any but a paper sheet so white / Set off across what I had written there.
A Dream Pang
I had withdrawn in forest, and my song / Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alway; / And to the forest edge you came one day
A Girl's Garden
A neighbor of mine in the village / Likes to tell how one spring / When she was a girl on the farm, she did
A Hillside Thaw
To think to know the country and now know / The hillside on the day the sun lets go / Ten million silver lizards out of snow!
A Hundred Collars
Lancaster bore him, such a little town, / Such a great man. It doesn't see him often / Of late years, though he keeps the old homestead
A Late Walk
When I go up through the mowing field, / The headless aftermath, / Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
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