Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air That crossed me from sweet things,
The flow of - was it musk From hidden grapevine springs Down hill at dusk
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air That crossed me from sweet things,
The flow of - was it musk From hidden grapevine springs Down hill at dusk
The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it
And from there those that lifted eyes could
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it
And from there those that lifted eyes could
Others taught me with having knelt at well-curbs Always wrong to the light, so never seeing Deeper down in the well than where the water Gives me back in a shining surface picture Me myself in the summer heaven godlike Looking out of a wreath of f...
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour
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
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast
I'm going out to clean the pasture spring; I'll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear,
I may): I sha'n't be gone long
—You come too
I'm going out to fetch the little calf That's standing by the mother...
I may): I sha'n't be gone long
—You come too
I'm going out to fetch the little calf That's standing by the mother...
God made a beatous
With lovely flowers strown,
But one straight, narrow
That was not overgrown
With lovely flowers strown,
But one straight, narrow
That was not overgrown
