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To think to know the country and now knowThe hillside on the day the sun lets goTen million silver lizards out of snow!As often as I've seen it done beforeI can't pretend to tell the way it's done.It A Girl's Garden by Robert Frost
A NEIGHBOR of mine in the villageLikes to tell how one springWhen she was a girl on the farm, she didA childlike thing.One day she asked her fatherTo give her a garden plotTo plant and tend and reap hA Fountain, a Bottle, a Donkey's Ears, and...
A Fountain, a Bottle, a Donkey's Ears, and Some Books
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain
In Dalton that would someday make his fortune.
There'd been some Boston people out to see it:
And experts saA Dream Pang
I had withdrawn in forest, and my songWas swallowed up in leaves that blew alway;And to the forest edge you came one day(This was my dream) and looked and pondered long,But did not enter, though the wA Cliff Dwelling
There sandy seems the golden skyAnd golden seems the sandy plain.No habitation meets the eyeUnless in the horizon rim,Some halfway up the limestone wall,That spot of black is not a stainOr shadow, butA Brook in the City
The firm house lingers, though averse to squareWith the new city street it has to wear A number in.But what about the brook That held the house as in an elbow-crook?I ask as one who knew the brook, itA Boundless Moment
He halted in the wind, and--what was thatFar in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?He stood there bringing March against his thought,And yet too ready to believe the most.'Oh, that's the Paradise-in-blGathering Leaves
Spades take up leavesNo better than spoons,And bags full of leavesAre light as balloons.I make a great noiseOf rustling all dayLike rabbit and deerRunning away.But the mountains I raiseElude my embracGhost House
I DWELL in a lonely house I knowThat vanished many a summer ago,And left no trace but the cellar walls,And a cellar in which the daylight falls,And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.O'er ruinedGoing for Water
The well was dry beside the door,And so we went with pail and canAcross the fields behind the houseTo seek the brook if still it ran;Not loth to have excuse to go,Because the autumn eve was fair(Thoug