He halted in the wind, and -- what was that
Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?
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The farmhouse lingers, though averse to square
With the new city street it has to wear
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There sandy seems the golden sky
And golden seems the sandy plain.
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(Microscopic)
A speck that would have been beneath my sight
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I had withdrawn in forest, and my song
Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alway;
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When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
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The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift.
The road is forlorn all day,
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I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;
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There's a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
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Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away
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A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
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I didn't make you know how glad I was
To have you come and camp here on our land.
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He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,
That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,
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When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
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I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain — and back in rain.
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My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
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All out of doors looked darkly in at him
Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars,
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A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master,
With doors that none but the wind ever closes,
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Where had I heard this wind before
Change like this to a deeper roar?
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When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
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Blueberries as big as the end of your thumb, Real sky-blue, and heavy, and ready to drum
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Love has earth to which she clings
With hills and circling arms about--
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But outer Space,
At least this far,
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The great Overdog
That heavenly beast
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Age saw two quiet children
Go loving by at twilight,
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The city had withdrawn into itself
And left at last the country to the country;
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As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music -- hark!
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An ant on the tablecloth
Ran into a dormant moth
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Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast
In a field I looked into going past,
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I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
On a white heal-all, holding up a moth
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