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…
As I went down the hill along the wallThere was a gate I had leaned at for the viewAnd had…
A stranger came to the door at eve,And he spoke the bridegroom fair.He bore a green-white stick in his hand,And,…
A tree's leaves may be ever so good,So may its bar, so may its wood;But unless you put the right…
Seek not in me the bit I capital,Not yet the little dotted in me seek.If I have in me any…
One of my wishes is that those dark trees,So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,Were not, as 'twere,…
A dented spider like a snow drop whiteOn a white Heal-all, holding up a mothLike a white piece of lifeless…
They leave us so to the way we took,As two in whom them were proved mistaken,That we sit sometimes in…
The same leaves over and over again!They fall from giving shade aboveTo make one texture of faded brownAnd fit the…
Thus of old the Douglas did:He left his land as he was bidWith the royal heart of Robert the BruceIn…