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class="w100" src="images/title-illustration.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation"> +</figure> +</div> + +<p class="center title-city">NEW YORK</p> +<p class='center title-pub'>HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY</p> + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_iii">[iii]</span></p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p class='center printing'><i>Fourth Printing</i></p> + +<p class='center copyright'> Copyright 1930 by Henry Holt and Company, Inc<br> + Manufactured in the United States of America +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_iv">[iv]</span></p> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_v">[v]</span></p> + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CONTENTS"> + CONTENTS + </h2> +</div> + + +<table class="autotable"> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Pasture'>The Pasture</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +page 1 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdc" colspan='2'> +<a href='#A_BOYS_WILL'>A BOY’S WILL</a> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Into_my_Own'>Into my Own</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +5 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Ghost_House'>Ghost House</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +6 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#My_November_Guest'>My November Guest</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +8 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Love_and_a_Question'>Love and a Question</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +9 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#A_Late_Walk'>A Late Walk</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +11 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Stars'>Stars</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +12 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Storm_Fear'>Storm Fear</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +13 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Wind_and_Window_Flower'>Wind and Window Flower</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +14 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#To_the_Thawing_Wind'>To the Thawing Wind</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +16 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Prayer_in_Spring'>A Prayer in Spring</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +17 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Flower-Gathering'>Flower-Gathering</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +18 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Rose_Pogonias'>Rose Pogonias</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +19 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Waiting'>Waiting</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +20 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#In_a_Vale'>In a Vale</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +21 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#A_Dream_Pang'>A Dream Pang</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +22 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#In_Neglect'>In Neglect</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +23 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Vantage_Point'>The Vantage Point</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +24 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Mowing'>Mowing</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +25 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Going_for_Water'>Going for Water</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +26 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Revelation'>Revelation</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +27 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Trial_by_Existence'>The Trial by Existence</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +28 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Tuft_of_Flowers'>The Tuft of Flowers</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +31 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Pan_With_Us'>Pan With Us</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +33 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Demiurges_Laugh'>The Demiurge’s Laugh</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +35 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Now_Close_the_Windows'>Now Close the Windows</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +36 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#In_Hardwood_Groves'>In Hardwood Groves</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +37 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#A_Line-Storm_Song'>A Line-Storm Song</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +38 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#October'>October</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +40 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#My_Butterfly'>My Butterfly</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +41 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Reluctance'>Reluctance</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +43 +</td> +</tr> + + +<tr> +<td class="tdc" colspan='2'> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_vi">[vi]</span> +<a href='#NORTH_OF_BOSTON'>NORTH OF BOSTON</a> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Mending_Wall'>Mending Wall</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +47 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Death_of_the_Hired_Man'>The Death of the Hired Man</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +49 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Mountain'>The Mountain</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +56 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#A_Hundred_Collars'>A Hundred Collars</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +61 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Home_Burial'>Home Burial</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +69 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Black_Cottage'>The Black Cottage</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +74 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Blueberries'>Blueberries</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +78 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#A_Servant_to_Servants'>A Servant to Servants</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +82 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#After_Apple-Picking'>After Apple-Picking</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +88 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Code'>The Code</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +90 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Generations_of_Men'>The Generations of Men</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +94 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Housekeeper'>The Housekeeper</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +103 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Fear'>The Fear</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +112 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Self-Seeker'>The Self-Seeker</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +117 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Wood-Pile'>The Wood-Pile</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +126 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Good_Hours'>Good Hours</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +128 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdc" colspan='2'> +<a href='#MOUNTAIN_INTERVAL'>MOUNTAIN INTERVAL</a> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Road_Not_Taken'>The Road Not Taken</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +131 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Christmas_Trees'>Christmas Trees</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +132 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#An_Old_Mans_Winter_Night'>An Old Man’s Winter Night</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +135 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Exposed_Nest'>The Exposed Nest</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +136 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#A_Patch_of_Old_Snow'>A Patch of Old Snow</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +138 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#In_the_Home_Stretch'>In the Home Stretch</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +139 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Telephone'>The Telephone</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +147 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Meeting_and_Passing'>Meeting and Passing</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +148 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Hyla_Brook'>Hyla Brook</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +149 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Oven_Bird'>The Oven Bird</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +150 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Bond_and_Free'>Bond and Free</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +151 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Birches'>Birches</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +152 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Pea_Brush'>Pea Brush</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +154 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Putting_in_the_Seed'>Putting in the Seed</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +155 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_vii">[vii]</span> +<a href='#A_Time_to_Talk'>A Time to Talk</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +156 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Cow_in_Apple_Time'>The Cow in Apple Time</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +157 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#An_Encounter'>An Encounter</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +158 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Range-Finding'>Range-Finding</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +159 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Hill_Wife'>The Hill Wife</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +160 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Bonfire'>The Bonfire</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +163 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#A_Girls_Garden'>A Girl’s Garden</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +167 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Locked_Out'>Locked Out</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +169 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Last_Word_of_a_Bluebird'>The Last Word of a Bluebird</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +170 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Out_Out'>‘Out, Out—’</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +171 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Browns_Descent'>Brown’s Descent</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +173 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Gum-Gatherer'>The Gum-Gatherer</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +176 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Line-Gang'>The Line-Gang</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +178 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Vanishing_Red'>The Vanishing Red</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +179 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Snow'>Snow</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +180 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Sound_of_the_Trees'>The Sound of the Trees</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +195 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdc" colspan='2'> +<a href='#NEW_HAMPSHIRE'>NEW HAMPSHIRE</a> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#New_Hampshire'>New Hampshire</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +199 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#A_Star_in_a_Stone-Boat'>A Star in a Stone-Boat</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +213 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Census-Taker'>The Census-Taker</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +216 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Star-Splitter'>The Star-Splitter</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +218 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Maple'>Maple</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +222 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Axe-Helve'>The Axe-Helve</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +228 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Grindstone'>The Grindstone</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +232 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Pauls_Wife'>Paul’s Wife</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +235 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Wild_Grapes'>Wild Grapes</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +240 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Place_for_a_Third'>Place for a Third</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +244 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Two_Witches'>Two Witches</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +247 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#An_Empty_Threat'>An Empty Threat</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +256 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#A_Fountain'>A Fountain, a Bottle, a Donkey’s Ears and Some Books</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +258 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#I_Will_Sing_You_One-O'>I Will Sing You One-O</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +264 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_viii">[viii]</span> +<a href='#Fragmentary_Blue'>Fragmentary Blue</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +267 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Fire_and_Ice'>Fire and Ice</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +268 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#In_a_Disused_Graveyard'>In a Disused Graveyard</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +269 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Dust_of_Snow'>Dust of Snow</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +270 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#To_E_T'>To E. T.</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +271 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Nothing_Gold_Can_Stay'>Nothing Gold Can Stay</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +272 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Runaway'>The Runaway</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +273 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Aim_Was_Song'>The Aim Was Song</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +274 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Stopping_by_Woods_on_a'>Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +275 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#For_Once_Then_Something'>For Once, Then, Something</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +276 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Blue-Butterfly_Day'>Blue-Butterfly Day</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +277 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Onset'>The Onset</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +278 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#To_Earthward'>To Earthward</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +279 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Good-Bye_and_Keep_Cold'>Good-Bye and Keep Cold</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +281 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Two_Look_at_Two'>Two Look at Two</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +282 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Not_to_Keep'>Not to Keep</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +284 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#A_Brook_in_the_City'>A Brook in the City</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +285 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Kitchen_Chimney'>The Kitchen Chimney</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +286 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Looking_for_a_Sunset_Bird'>Looking for a Sunset Bird in Winter</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +287 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#A_Boundless_Moment'>A Boundless Moment</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +288 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Evening_in_a_Sugar_Orchard'>Evening in a Sugar Orchard</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +289 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Gathering_Leaves'>Gathering Leaves</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +290 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Valleys_Singing_Day'>The Valley’s Singing Day</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +291 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Misgiving'>Misgiving</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +292 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#A_Hillside_Thaw'>A Hillside Thaw</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +293 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Plowmen'>Plowmen</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +295 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#On_a_Tree_Fallen_Across_the_Road'>On a Tree Fallen Across the Road</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +296 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Our_Singing_Strength'>Our Singing Strength</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +297 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Lockless_Door'>The Lockless Door</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +299 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Need_of_Being_Versed'>The Need of Being Versed in Country Things</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +300 +</td> +</tr> + + +<tr> +<td class="tdc" colspan='2'> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_ix">[ix]</span> +<a href='#WEST-RUNNING_BROOK'>WEST-RUNNING BROOK</a> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Spring_Pools'>Spring Pools</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +303 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Freedom_of_the_Moon'>The Freedom of the Moon</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +304 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Rose_Family'>The Rose Family</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +305 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Fireflies_in_the_Garden'>Fireflies in the Garden</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +306 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Atmosphere'>Atmosphere</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +307 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Devotion'>Devotion</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +308 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#On_Going_Unnoticed'>On Going Unnoticed</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +309 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Cocoon'>The Cocoon</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +310 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#A_Passing_Glimpse'>A Passing Glimpse</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +311 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#A_Peck_of_Gold'>A Peck of Gold</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +312 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Acceptance'>Acceptance</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +313 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Once_by_the_Pacific'>Once by the Pacific</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +314 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Lodged'>Lodged</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +315 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#A_Minor_Bird'>A Minor Bird</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +316 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Bereft'>Bereft</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +317 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Tree_at_My_Window'>Tree at My Window</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +318 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Peaceful_Shepherd'>The Peaceful Shepherd</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +319 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Thatch'>The Thatch</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +320 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#A_Winter_Eden'>A Winter Eden</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +322 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Flood'>The Flood</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +323 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Acquainted_With_the_Night'>Acquainted With the Night</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +324 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Lovely_Shall_Be_Choosers'>The Lovely Shall Be Choosers</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +325 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#West-running_Brook'>West-running Brook</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +327 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Sand_Dunes'>Sand Dunes</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +330 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Canis_Major'>Canis Major</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +331 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#A_Soldier'>A Soldier</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +332 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Immigrants'>Immigrants</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +333 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Hannibal'>Hannibal</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +334 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Flower_Boat'>The Flower Boat</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +335 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Times_Table'>The Times Table</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +336 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Investment'>The Investment</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +337 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_x">[x]</span> +<a href='#The_Last_Mowing'>The Last Mowing</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +338 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Birthplace'>The Birthplace</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +339 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Door_in_the_Dark'>The Door in the Dark</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +340 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Dust_in_the_Eyes'>Dust in the Eyes</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +341 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Sitting_by_a_Bush'>Sitting by a Bush in Broad Sunlight</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +342 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Armful'>The Armful</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +343 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#What_Fifty_Said'>What Fifty Said</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +344 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#Riders'>Riders</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +345 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#On_Looking_Up_By_Chance_at'>On Looking Up By Chance at the Constellations</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +346 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Bear'>The Bear</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +347 +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> +<a href='#The_Egg_and_the_Machine'>The Egg and the Machine</a> +</td> +<td class="tdr"> +349 +</td> +</tr> +</table> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_xi"></a><a id="Page_1"></a><a id="Page_2"></a>[2]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Pasture"> + <i>The Pasture</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I’m going out to clean the pasture spring;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I sha’n’t be gone long.—You come too.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I’m going out to fetch the little calf</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That’s standing by the mother. It’s so young,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It totters when she licks it with her tongue.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I sha’n’t be gone long.—You come too.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_3">[3]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="A_BOYS_WILL"> + A BOY’S WILL + </h2> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_4"></a><a id="Page_5"></a>[5]</span></p> + +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Into_my_Own"> + <i>Into my Own</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">One of my wishes is that those dark trees,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Were not, as ’twere, the merest mask of gloom,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But stretched away unto the edge of doom.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I should not be withheld but that some day</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Into their vastness I should steal away,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Fearless of ever finding open land,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I do not see why I should e’er turn back,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or those should not set forth upon my track</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To overtake me, who should miss me here</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And long to know if still I held them dear.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">They would not find me changed from him they knew—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Only more sure of all I thought was true.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_6">[6]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Ghost_House"> + <i>Ghost House</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I dwell in a lonely house I know</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That vanished many a summer ago,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And left no trace but the cellar walls,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And a cellar in which the daylight falls,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">O’er ruined fences the grape-vines shield</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The woods come back to the mowing field;</div> + <div class="verse indent2">The orchard tree has grown one copse</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The footpath down to the well is healed.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I dwell with a strangely aching heart</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In that vanished abode there far apart</div> + <div class="verse indent2">On that disused and forgotten road</div> + <div class="verse indent2">That has no dust-bath now for the toad.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart;</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The whippoorwill is coming to shout</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And hush and cluck and flutter about:</div> + <div class="verse indent2">I hear him begin far enough away</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Full many a time to say his say</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Before he arrives to say it out.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It is under the small, dim, summer star.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I know not who these mute folk are</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Who share the unlit place with me—</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Those stones out under the low-limbed tree</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">[7]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">They are tireless folk, but slow and sad,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad,—</div> + <div class="verse indent2">With none among them that ever sings,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And yet, in view of how many things,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As sweet companions as might be had.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">[8]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="My_November_Guest"> + <i>My November Guest</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">My Sorrow, when she’s here with me,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Thinks these dark days of autumn rain</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Are beautiful as days can be;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She loves the bare, the withered tree;</div> + <div class="verse indent2">She walks the sodden pasture lane.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Her pleasure will not let me stay.</div> + <div class="verse indent2">She talks and I am fain to list:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She’s glad the birds are gone away,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She’s glad her simple worsted grey</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Is silver now with clinging mist.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The desolate, deserted trees,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">The faded earth, the heavy sky,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The beauties she so truly sees,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She thinks I have no eye for these,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And vexes me for reason why.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Not yesterday I learned to know</div> + <div class="verse indent2">The love of bare November days</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Before the coming of the snow,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But it were vain to tell her so,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And they are better for her praise.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">[9]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Love_and_a_Question"> + <i>Love and a Question</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">A Stranger came to the door at eve,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And he spoke the bridegroom fair.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He bore a green-white stick in his hand,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And, for all burden, care.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He asked with the eyes more than the lips</div> + <div class="verse indent2">For a shelter for the night,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And he turned and looked at the road afar</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Without a window light.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The bridegroom came forth into the porch</div> + <div class="verse indent2">With ‘Let us look at the sky,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And question what of the night to be,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Stranger, you and I.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The woodbine leaves littered the yard,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">The woodbine berries were blue,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Autumn, yes, winter was in the wind;</div> + <div class="verse indent2">‘Stranger, I wish I knew.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Within, the bride in the dusk alone</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Bent over the open fire,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Her face rose-red with the glowing coal</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And the thought of the heart’s desire.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The bridegroom looked at the weary road,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Yet saw but her within,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And wished her heart in a case of gold</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And pinned with a silver pin.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The bridegroom thought it little to give</div> + <div class="verse indent2">A dole of bread, a purse,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A heartfelt prayer for the poor of God,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Or for the rich a curse;</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[10]</span> <div class="verse indent0">But whether or not a man was asked</div> + <div class="verse indent2">To mar the love of two</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By harboring woe in the bridal house,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">The bridegroom wished he knew.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[11]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="A_Late_Walk"> + <i>A Late Walk</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">When I go up through the mowing field,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">The headless aftermath,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Half closes the garden path.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And when I come to the garden ground,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">The whir of sober birds</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Up from the tangle of withered weeds</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Is sadder than any words.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">A tree beside the wall stands bare,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">But a leaf that lingered brown,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Comes softly rattling down.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I end not far from my going forth</div> + <div class="verse indent2">By picking the faded blue</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of the last remaining aster flower</div> + <div class="verse indent2">To carry again to you.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[12]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Stars"> + <i>Stars</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">How countlessly they congregate</div> + <div class="verse indent2">O’er our tumultuous snow,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Which flows in shapes as tall as trees</div> + <div class="verse indent2">When wintry winds do blow!—</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">As if with keenness for our fate,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Our faltering few steps on</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To white rest, and a place of rest</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Invisible at dawn,—</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And yet with neither love nor hate,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Those stars like some snow-white</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Minerva’s snow-white marble eyes</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Without the gift of sight.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[13]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Storm_Fear"> + <i>Storm Fear</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">When the wind works against us in the dark,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And pelts with snow</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The lower chamber window on the east,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And whispers with a sort of stifled bark,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The beast,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Come out! Come out!’—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It costs no inward struggle not to go,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Ah, no!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I count our strength,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Two and a child,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Those of us not asleep subdued to mark</div> + <div class="verse indent0">How the cold creeps as the fire dies at length,—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">How drifts are piled,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Dooryard and road ungraded,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Till even the comforting barn grows far away,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And my heart owns a doubt</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Whether ’tis in us to arise with day</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And save ourselves unaided.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[14]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Wind_and_Window_Flower"> + <i>Wind and Window Flower</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Lovers, forget your love,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And list to the love of these,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She a window flower,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And he a winter breeze.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">When the frosty window veil</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Was melted down at noon,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the cagèd yellow bird</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Hung over her in tune,</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He marked her through the pane,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">He could not help but mark,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And only passed her by,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">To come again at dark.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He was a winter wind,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Concerned with ice and snow.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Dead weeds and unmated birds,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And little of love could know.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">But he sighed upon the sill,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">He gave the sash a shake,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As witness all within</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Who lay that night awake.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Perchance he half prevailed</div> + <div class="verse indent2">To win her for the flight</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From the firelit looking-glass</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And warm stove-window light.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[15]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">But the flower leaned aside</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And thought of naught to say,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And morning found the breeze</div> + <div class="verse indent2">A hundred miles away.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[16]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="To_the_Thawing_Wind"> + <i>To the Thawing Wind</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Come with rain, O loud Southwester!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Bring the singer, bring the nester;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Give the buried flower a dream;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Make the settled snow-bank steam;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Find the brown beneath the white;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But whate’er you do to-night,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Bathe my window, make it flow,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Melt it as the ice will go;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Melt the glass and leave the sticks</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like a hermit’s crucifix;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Burst into my narrow stall;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Swing the picture on the wall;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Run the rattling pages o’er;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Scatter poems on the floor;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Turn the poet out of door.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[17]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Prayer_in_Spring"> + <i>Prayer in Spring</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And give us not to think so far away</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As the uncertain harvest; keep us here</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All simply in the springing of the year.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And make us happy in the happy bees,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And make us happy in the darting bird</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That suddenly above the bees is heard,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And off a blossom in mid air stands still.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">For this is love and nothing else is love,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The which it is reserved for God above</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To sanctify to what far ends He will,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But which it only needs that we fulfil.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[18]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Flower-Gathering"> + <i>Flower-Gathering</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I left you in the morning,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And in the morning glow,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You walked a way beside me</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To make me sad to go.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Do you know me in the gloaming,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Gaunt and dusty grey with roaming?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Are you dumb because you know me not,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or dumb because you know?</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">All for me? And not a question</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For the faded flowers gay</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That could take me from beside you</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For the ages of a day?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They are yours, and be the measure</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of their worth for you to treasure,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The measure of the little while</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That I’ve been long away.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[19]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Rose_Pogonias"> + <i>Rose Pogonias</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">A saturated meadow,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Sun-shaped and jewel-small,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A circle scarcely wider</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Than the trees around were tall;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where winds were quite excluded,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And the air was stifling sweet</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With the breath of many flowers,—</div> + <div class="verse indent2">A temple of the heat.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">There we bowed us in the burning,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">As the sun’s right worship is,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To pick where none could miss them</div> + <div class="verse indent2">A thousand orchises;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For though the grass was scattered,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Yet every second spear</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Seemed tipped with wings of color,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">That tinged the atmosphere.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">We raised a simple prayer</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Before we left the spot,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That in the general mowing</div> + <div class="verse indent2">That place might be forgot;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or if not all so favoured,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Obtain such grace of hours,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That none should mow the grass there</div> + <div class="verse indent2">While so confused with flowers.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[20]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Waiting"> + <i>Waiting</i> + </h3> +</div> + +<p class='sub-title'>AFIELD AT DUSK</p> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">What things for dream there are when spectre-like,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Moving among tall haycocks lightly piled,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I enter alone upon the stubble field,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From which the laborers’ voices late have died,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And in the antiphony of afterglow</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And rising full moon, sit me down</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Upon the full moon’s side of the first haycock</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And lose myself amid so many alike.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I dream upon the opposing lights of the hour,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Preventing shadow until the moon prevail;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I dream upon the night-hawks peopling heaven,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Each circling each with vague unearthly cry,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or plunging headlong with fierce twang afar;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And on the bat’s mute antics, who would seem</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Dimly to have made out my secret place,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Only to lose it when he pirouettes,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And seek it endlessly with purblind haste;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On the last swallow’s sweep; and on the rasp</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In the abyss of odor and rustle at my back,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That, silenced by my advent, finds once more,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">After an interval, his instrument,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And tries once—twice—and thrice if I be there;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And on the worn book of old-golden song</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I brought not here to read, it seems, but hold</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And freshen in this air of withering sweetness;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But on the memory of one absent most,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For whom these lines when they shall greet her eye.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[21]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="In_a_Vale"> + <i>In a Vale</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">When I was young, we dwelt in a vale</div> + <div class="verse indent2">By a misty fen that rang all night,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And thus it was the maidens pale</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I knew so well, whose garments trail</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Across the reeds to a window light.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The fen had every kind of bloom,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And for every kind there was a face,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And a voice that has sounded in my room</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Across the sill from the outer gloom.</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Each came singly unto her place,</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">But all came every night with the mist;</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And often they brought so much to say</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of things of moment to which, they wist,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One so lonely was fain to list,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">That the stars were almost faded away</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Before the last went, heavy with dew,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Back to the place from which she came—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where the bird was before it flew,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where the flower was before it grew,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Where bird and flower were one and the same.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And thus it is I know so well</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Why the flower has odor, the bird has song.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You have only to ask me, and I can tell.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No, not vainly there did I dwell,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Nor vainly listen all the night long.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[22]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="A_Dream_Pang"> + <i>A Dream Pang</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I had withdrawn in forest, and my song</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alway;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And to the forest edge you came one day</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(This was my dream) and looked and pondered long,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But did not enter, though the wish was strong:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You shook your pensive head as who should say,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I dare not—too far in his footsteps stray—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He must seek me would he undo the wrong.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Not far, but near, I stood and saw it all</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Behind low boughs the trees let down outside;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the sweet pang it cost me not to call</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And tell you that I saw does still abide.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But ’tis not true that thus I dwelt aloof,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For the wood wakes, and you are here for proof.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[23]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="In_Neglect"> + <i>In Neglect</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">They leave us so to the way we took,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">As two in whom they were proved mistaken,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That we sit sometimes in the wayside nook,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With mischievous, vagrant, seraphic look,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And <em>try</em> if we cannot feel forsaken.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[24]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Vantage_Point"> + <i>The Vantage Point</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">If tired of trees I seek again mankind,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Well I know where to hie me—in the dawn,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">To a slope where the cattle keep the lawn.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There amid lolling juniper reclined,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Myself unseen, I see in white defined</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Far off the homes of men, and farther still,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">The graves of men on an opposing hill,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Living or dead, whichever are to mind.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And if by noon I have too much of these,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">I have but to turn on my arm, and lo,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">The sun-burned hillside sets my face aglow,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My breathing shakes the bluet like a breeze,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">I smell the earth, I smell the bruisèd plant,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">I look into the crater of the ant.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[25]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Mowing"> + <i>Mowing</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">There was never a sound beside the wood but one,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What was it it whispered? I knew not well myself;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Perhaps it was something about the heat of the sun,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Something, perhaps, about the lack of sound—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And that was why it whispered and did not speak.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It was no dream of the gift of idle hours,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or easy gold at the hand of fay or elf:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Anything more than the truth would have seemed too weak</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To the earnest love that laid the swale in rows,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not without feeble-pointed spikes of flowers</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(Pale orchises), and scared a bright green snake.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The fact is the sweetest dream that labor knows.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My long scythe whispered and left the hay to make.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[26]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Going_for_Water"> + <i>Going for Water</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The well was dry beside the door,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And so we went with pail and can</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Across the fields behind the house</div> + <div class="verse indent2">To seek the brook if still it ran;</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Not loth to have excuse to go,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Because the autumn eve was fair</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(Though chill), because the fields were ours,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And by the brook our woods were there.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">We ran as if to meet the moon</div> + <div class="verse indent2">That slowly dawned behind the trees,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The barren boughs without the leaves,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Without the birds, without the breeze.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">But once within the wood, we paused</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Like gnomes that hid us from the moon,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Ready to run to hiding new</div> + <div class="verse indent2">With laughter when she found us soon.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Each laid on other a staying hand</div> + <div class="verse indent2">To listen ere we dared to look,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And in the hush we joined to make</div> + <div class="verse indent2">We heard, we knew we heard the brook.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">A note as from a single place,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">A slender tinkling fall that made</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Now drops that floated on the pool</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Like pearls, and now a silver blade.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[27]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Revelation"> + <i>Revelation</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">We make ourselves a place apart</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Behind light words that tease and flout,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But oh, the agitated heart</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Till someone find us really out.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">’Tis pity if the case require</div> + <div class="verse indent2">(Or so we say) that in the end</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We speak the literal to inspire</div> + <div class="verse indent2">The understanding of a friend.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">But so with all, from babes that play</div> + <div class="verse indent2">At hide-and-seek to God afar,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So all who hide too well away</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Must speak and tell us where they are.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[28]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Trial_by_Existence"> + <i>The Trial by Existence</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Even the bravest that are slain</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Shall not dissemble their surprise</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On waking to find valor reign,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Even as on earth, in paradise;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And where they sought without the sword</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Wide fields of asphodel fore’er,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To find that the utmost reward</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Of daring should be still to dare.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The light of heaven falls whole and white</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And is not shattered into dyes,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The light for ever is morning light;</div> + <div class="verse indent2">The hills are verdured pasture-wise;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The angel hosts with freshness go,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And seek with laughter what to brave;—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And binding all is the hushed snow</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Of the far-distant breaking wave.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And from a cliff-top is proclaimed</div> + <div class="verse indent2">The gathering of the souls for birth,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The trial by existence named,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">The obscuration upon earth.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the slant spirits trooping by</div> + <div class="verse indent2">In streams and cross- and counter-streams</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Can but give ear to that sweet cry</div> + <div class="verse indent2">For its suggestion of what dreams!</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And the more loitering are turned</div> + <div class="verse indent2">To view once more the sacrifice</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of those who for some good discerned</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Will gladly give up paradise.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[29]</span> <div class="verse indent0">And a white shimmering concourse rolls</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Toward the throne to witness there</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The speeding of devoted souls</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Which God makes his especial care.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And none are taken but who will,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Having first heard the life read out</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That opens earthward, good and ill,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Beyond the shadow of a doubt;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And very beautifully God limns,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And tenderly, life’s little dream,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But naught extenuates or dims,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Setting the thing that is supreme.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Nor is there wanting in the press</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Some spirit to stand simply forth,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Heroic in its nakedness,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Against the uttermost of earth.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The tale of earth’s unhonored things</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Sounds nobler there than ’neath the sun;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the mind whirls and the heart sings,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And a shout greets the daring one.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">But always God speaks at the end:</div> + <div class="verse indent2">‘One thought in agony of strife</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The bravest would have by for friend,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">The memory that he chose the life;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But the pure fate to which you go</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Admits no memory of choice,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or the woe were not earthly woe</div> + <div class="verse indent2">To which you give the assenting voice.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And so the choice must be again,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">But the last choice is still the same;</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[30]</span> <div class="verse indent0">And the awe passes wonder then,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And a hush falls for all acclaim.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And God has taken a flower of gold</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And broken it, and used therefrom</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The mystic link to bind and hold</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Spirit to matter till death come.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">’Tis of the essence of life here,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Though we choose greatly, still to lack</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The lasting memory at all clear,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">That life has for us on the wrack</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Nothing but what we somehow chose;</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Thus are we wholly stripped of pride</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In the pain that has but one close,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Bearing it crushed and mystified.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[31]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Tuft_of_Flowers"> + <i>The Tuft of Flowers</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I went to turn the grass once after one</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The dew was gone that made his blade so keen</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Before I came to view the levelled scene.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I looked for him behind an isle of trees;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I listened for his whetstone on the breeze.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">But he had gone his way, the grass all mown,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I must be, as he had been,—alone,</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘As all must be,’ I said within my heart,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Whether they work together or apart.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">But as I said it, swift there passed me by</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On noiseless wing a bewildered butterfly,</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Seeking with memories grown dim o’er night</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Some resting flower of yesterday’s delight.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And once I marked his flight go round and round,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As where some flower lay withering on the ground.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And then he flew as far as eye could see,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And then on tremulous wing came back to me.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I thought of questions that have no reply,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And would have turned to toss the grass to dry;</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[32]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">But he turned first, and led my eye to look</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At a tall tuft of flowers beside a brook,</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">A leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I left my place to know them by their name,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Finding them butterfly weed when I came.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The mower in the dew had loved them thus,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By leaving them to flourish, not for us,</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But from sheer morning gladness at the brim.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The butterfly and I had lit upon,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Nevertheless, a message from the dawn,</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">That made me hear the wakening birds around,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And feel a spirit kindred to my own;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So that henceforth I worked no more alone;</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">But glad with him, I worked as with his aid,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And weary, sought at noon with him the shade;</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speech</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With one whose thought I had not hoped to reach.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Men work together,’ I told him from the heart,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Whether they work together or apart.’</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[33]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Pan_With_Us"> + <i>Pan With Us</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Pan came out of the woods one day,—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The gray of the moss of walls were they,—</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And stood in the sun and looked his fill</div> + <div class="verse indent2">At wooded valley and wooded hill.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He stood in the zephyr, pipes in hand,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On a height of naked pasture land;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In all the country he did command</div> + <div class="verse indent2">He saw no smoke and he saw no roof.</div> + <div class="verse indent2">That was well! and he stamped a hoof.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">His heart knew peace, for none came here</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To this lean feeding save once a year</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Someone to salt the half-wild steer,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Or homespun children with clicking pails</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Who see so little they tell no tales.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He tossed his pipes, too hard to teach</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A new-world song, far out of reach,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For a sylvan sign that the blue jay’s screech</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And the whimper of hawks beside the sun</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Were music enough for him, for one.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Times were changed from what they were:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Such pipes kept less of power to stir</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The fruited bough of the juniper</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And the fragile bluets clustered there</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Than the merest aimless breath of air.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[34]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">They were pipes of pagan mirth,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the world had found new terms of worth.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He laid him down on the sun-burned earth</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And ravelled a flower and looked away—</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Play? Play?—What should he play?</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[35]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Demiurges_Laugh"> + <i>The Demiurge’s Laugh</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It was far in the sameness of the wood;</div> + <div class="verse indent2">I was running with joy on the Demon’s trail,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Though I knew what I hunted was no true god.</div> + <div class="verse indent2">It was just as the light was beginning to fail</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That I suddenly heard—all I needed to hear:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It has lasted me many and many a year.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The sound was behind me instead of before,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">A sleepy sound, but mocking half,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As of one who utterly couldn’t care.</div> + <div class="verse indent2">The Demon arose from his wallow to laugh,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Brushing the dirt from his eye as he went;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And well I knew what the Demon meant.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I shall not forget how his laugh rang out.</div> + <div class="verse indent2">I felt as a fool to have been so caught,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And checked my steps to make pretence</div> + <div class="verse indent2">It was something among the leaves I sought</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(Though doubtful whether he stayed to see).</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Thereafter I sat me against a tree.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[36]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Now_Close_the_Windows"> + <i>Now Close the Windows</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Now close the windows and hush all the fields;</div> + <div class="verse indent2">If the trees must, let them silently toss;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No bird is singing now, and if there is,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Be it my loss.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It will be long ere the marshes resume,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">It will be long ere the earliest bird:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So close the windows and not hear the wind,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">But see all wind-stirred.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[37]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="In_Hardwood_Groves"> + <i>In Hardwood Groves</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The same leaves over and over again!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They fall from giving shade above</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To make one texture of faded brown</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And fit the earth like a leather glove.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Before the leaves can mount again</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To fill the trees with another shade,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They must go down past things coming up,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They must go down into the dark decayed.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">They <em>must</em> be pierced by flowers and put</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Beneath the feet of dancing flowers.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">However it is in some other world</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I know that this is the way in ours.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[38]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="A_Line-Storm_Song"> + <i>A Line-Storm Song</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">The road is forlorn all day,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And the hoof-prints vanish away.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Expend their bloom in vain.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Come over the hills and far with me,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And be my love in the rain.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The birds have less to say for themselves</div> + <div class="verse indent2">In the wood-world’s torn despair</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Than now these numberless years the elves,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Although they are no less there:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All song of the woods is crushed like some</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Wild, easily shattered rose.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Come, be my love in the wet woods, come,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Where the boughs rain when it blows.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">There is the gale to urge behind</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And bruit our singing down,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the shallow waters aflutter with wind</div> + <div class="verse indent2">From which to gather your gown.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What matter if we go clear to the west,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And come not through dry-shod?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For wilding brooch shall wet your breast</div> + <div class="verse indent2">The rain-fresh goldenrod.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Oh, never this whelming east wind swells</div> + <div class="verse indent2">But it seems like the sea’s return</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To the ancient lands where it left the shells</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Before the age of the fern;</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[39]</span> <div class="verse indent0">And it seems like the time when after doubt</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Our love came back amain.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Oh, come forth into the storm and rout</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And be my love in the rain.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[40]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="October"> + <i>October</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">O hushed October morning mild,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To-morrow’s wind, if it be wild,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Should waste them all.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The crows above the forest call;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To-morrow they may form and go.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">O hushed October morning mild,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Begin the hours of this day slow.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Make the day seem to us less brief.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Hearts not averse to being beguiled,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Beguile us in the way you know.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Release one leaf at break of day;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At noon release another leaf;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One from our trees, one far away.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Retard the sun with gentle mist;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Enchant the land with amethyst.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Slow, slow!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For the grapes’ sake along the wall.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[41]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="My_Butterfly"> + <i>My Butterfly</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the daft sun-assaulter, he</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That frighted thee so oft, is fled or dead:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Save only me</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(Nor is it sad to thee!)</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Save only me</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There is none left to mourn thee in the fields.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The gray grass is scarce dappled with the snow;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Its two banks have not shut upon the river;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But it is long ago—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It seems forever—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Since first I saw thee glance,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With all thy dazzling other ones,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In airy dalliance,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Precipitate in love,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Tossed, tangled, whirled and whirled above,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like a limp rose-wreath in a fairy dance.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">When that was, the soft mist</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of my regret hung not on all the land,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I was glad for thee,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And glad for me, I wist.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Thou didst not know, who tottered, wandering on high,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That fate had made thee for the pleasure of the wind,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With those great careless wings,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Nor yet did I.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And there were other things:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It seemed God let thee flutter from his gentle clasp:</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[42]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Then fearful he had let thee win</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Too far beyond him to be gathered in,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Snatched thee, o’er eager, with ungentle grasp.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Ah! I remember me</div> + <div class="verse indent0">How once conspiracy was rife</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Against my life—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The languor of it and the dreaming fond;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Surging, the grasses dizzied me of thought,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The breeze three odors brought,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And a gem-flower waved in a wand!</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Then when I was distraught</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And could not speak,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Sidelong, full on my cheek,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What should that reckless zephyr fling</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But the wild touch of thy dye-dusty wing!</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I found that wing broken to-day!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For thou art dead, I said,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the strange birds say.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I found it with the withered leaves</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Under the eaves.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[43]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Reluctance"> + <i>Reluctance</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Out through the fields and the woods</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And over the walls I have wended;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I have climbed the hills of view</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And looked at the world, and descended;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I have come by the highway home,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And lo, it is ended.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The leaves are all dead on the ground,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Save those that the oak is keeping</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To ravel them one by one</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And let them go scraping and creeping</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Out over the crusted snow,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">When others are sleeping.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">No longer blown hither and thither;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The last lone aster is gone;</div> + <div class="verse indent2">The flowers of the wich-hazel wither;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The heart is still aching to seek,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">But the feet question ‘Whither?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Ah, when to the heart of man</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Was it ever less than a treason</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To go with the drift of things,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">To yield with a grace to reason,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And bow and accept the end</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Of a love or a season?</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_44"></a><a id="Page_45"></a>[45]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="NORTH_OF_BOSTON"> + NORTH OF BOSTON + + </h2> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_46"></a><a id="Page_47"></a>[47]</span></p> + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Mending_Wall"> + <i>Mending Wall</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And spills the upper boulders in the sun;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The work of hunters is another thing;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I have come after them and made repair</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where they have left not one stone on a stone,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No one has seen them made or heard them made,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But at spring mending-time we find them there.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I let my neighbour know beyond the hill;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And on a day we meet to walk the line</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And set the wall between us once again.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We keep the wall between us as we go.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To each the boulders that have fallen to each.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And some are loaves and some so nearly balls</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We have to use a spell to make them balance:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Stay where you are until our backs are turned!’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We wear our fingers rough with handling them.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Oh, just another kind of out-door game,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One on a side. It comes to little more:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There where it is we do not need the wall:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He is all pine and I am apple orchard.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My apple trees will never get across</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbours.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If I could put a notion in his head:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘<em>Why</em> do they make good neighbours? Isn’t it</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[48]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Before I built a wall I’d ask to know</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What I was walling in or walling out,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And to whom I was like to give offence.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That wants it down.’ I could say ‘Elves’ to him,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He said it for himself. I see him there</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He moves in darkness as it seems to me,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not of woods only and the shade of trees.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He will not go behind his father’s saying,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And he likes having thought of it so well</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He says again, ‘Good fences make good neighbours.’</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[49]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Death_of_the_Hired_Man"> + <i>The Death of the Hired Man</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passage</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To meet him in the doorway with the news</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And put him on his guard. ‘Silas is back.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She pushed him outward with her through the door</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And shut it after her. ‘Be kind,’ she said.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She took the market things from Warren’s arms</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And set them on the porch, then drew him down</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To sit beside her on the wooden steps.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘When was I ever anything but kind to him?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But I’ll not have the fellow back,’ he said.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I told him so last haying, didn’t I?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">“If he left then,” I said, “that ended it.”</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What good is he? Who else will harbour him</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At his age for the little he can do?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What help he is there’s no depending on.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Off he goes always when I need him most.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">“He thinks he ought to earn a little pay,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Enough at least to buy tobacco with,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So he won’t have to beg and be beholden.”</div> + <div class="verse indent0">“All right,” I say, “I can’t afford to pay</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Any fixed wages, though I wish I could.”</div> + <div class="verse indent0">“Someone else can.” “Then someone else will have to.”</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I shouldn’t mind his bettering himself</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If that was what it was. You can be certain,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When he begins like that, there’s someone at him</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Trying to coax him off with pocket-money,—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In haying time, when any help is scarce.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In winter he comes back to us. I’m done.’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[50]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Sh! not so loud: he’ll hear you,’ Mary said.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I want him to: he’ll have to soon or late.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘He’s worn out. He’s asleep beside the stove.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When I came up from Rowe’s I found him here,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Huddled against the barn-door fast asleep,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A miserable sight, and frightening, too—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You needn’t smile—I didn’t recognise him—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I wasn’t looking for him—and he’s changed.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Wait till you see.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent18">‘Where did you say he’d been?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘He didn’t say. I dragged him to the house,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And gave him tea and tried to make him smoke.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I tried to make him talk about his travels.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Nothing would do: he just kept nodding off.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘What did he say? Did he say anything?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘But little.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent12">‘Anything? Mary, confess</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He said he’d come to ditch the meadow for me.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Warren!’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent10">‘But did he? I just want to know.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Of course he did. What would you have him say?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Surely you wouldn’t grudge the poor old man</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Some humble way to save his self-respect.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He added, if you really care to know,</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[51]</span> <div class="verse indent0">He meant to clear the upper pasture, too.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That sounds like something you have heard before?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Warren, I wish you could have heard the way</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He jumbled everything. I stopped to look</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Two or three times—he made me feel so queer—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To see if he was talking in his sleep.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He ran on Harold Wilson—you remember—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The boy you had in haying four years since.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’s finished school, and teaching in his college.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Silas declares you’ll have to get him back.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He says they two will make a team for work:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Between them they will lay this farm as smooth!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The way he mixed that in with other things.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He thinks young Wilson a likely lad, though daft</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On education—you know how they fought</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All through July under the blazing sun,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Silas up on the cart to build the load,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Harold along beside to pitch it on.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Yes, I took care to keep well out of earshot.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Well, those days trouble Silas like a dream.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You wouldn’t think they would. How some things linger!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Harold’s young college boy’s assurance piqued him.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">After so many years he still keeps finding</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Good arguments he sees he might have used.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I sympathise. I know just how it feels</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To think of the right thing to say too late.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Harold’s associated in his mind with Latin.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He asked me what I thought of Harold’s saying</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He studied Latin like the violin</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Because he liked it—that an argument!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He said he couldn’t make the boy believe</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[52]</span> <div class="verse indent0">He could find water with a hazel prong—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Which showed how much good school had ever done</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He wanted to go over that. But most of all</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He thinks if he could have another chance</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To teach him how to build a load of hay—’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I know, that’s Silas’ one accomplishment.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He bundles every forkful in its place,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And tags and numbers it for future reference,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So he can find and easily dislodge it</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In the unloading. Silas does that well.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He takes it out in bunches like big birds’ nests.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You never see him standing on the hay</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’s trying to lift, straining to lift himself.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘He thinks if he could teach him that, he’d be</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Some good perhaps to someone in the world.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He hates to see a boy the fool of books.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Poor Silas, so concerned for other folk,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And nothing to look backward to with pride,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And nothing to look forward to with hope,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So now and never any different.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Part of a moon was falling down the west,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Dragging the whole sky with it to the hills.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Its light poured softly in her lap. She saw it</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And spread her apron to it. She put out her hand</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Among the harp-like morning-glory strings,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Taut with the dew from garden bed to eaves,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As if she played unheard some tenderness</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That wrought on him beside her in the night.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Warren,’ she said, ‘he has come home to die:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You needn’t be afraid he’ll leave you this time.’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[53]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Home,’ he mocked gently.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent26">‘Yes, what else but home?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It all depends on what you mean by home.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of course he’s nothing to us, any more</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Than was the hound that came a stranger to us</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Out of the woods, worn out upon the trail.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Home is the place where, when you have to go there,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They have to take you in.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent26">‘I should have called it</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Something you somehow haven’t to deserve.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Warren leaned out and took a step or two,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Picked up a little stick, and brought it back</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And broke it in his hand and tossed it by.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Silas has better claim on us you think</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Than on his brother? Thirteen little miles</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As the road winds would bring him to his door.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Silas has walked that far no doubt to-day.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Why didn’t he go there? His brother’s rich,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A somebody—director in the bank.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘He never told us that.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent22">‘We know it though.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I think his brother ought to help, of course.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ll see to that if there is need. He ought of right</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To take him in, and might be willing to—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He may be better than appearances.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But have some pity on Silas. Do you think</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[54]</span> <div class="verse indent0">If he had any pride in claiming kin</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or anything he looked for from his brother,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’d keep so still about him all this time?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I wonder what’s between them.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent32">‘I can tell you.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Silas is what he is—we wouldn’t mind him—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But just the kind that kinsfolk can’t abide.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He never did a thing so very bad.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He don’t know why he isn’t quite as good</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As anybody. Worthless though he is,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He won’t be made ashamed to please his brother.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘<em>I</em> can’t think Si ever hurt anyone.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘No, but he hurt my heart the way he lay</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And rolled his old head on that sharp-edged chair-back.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He wouldn’t let me put him on the lounge.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You must go in and see what you can do.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I made the bed up for him there to-night.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You’ll be surprised at him—how much he’s broken.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">His working days are done; I’m sure of it.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I’d not be in a hurry to say that.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I haven’t been. Go, look, see for yourself.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But, Warren, please remember how it is:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’s come to help you ditch the meadow.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He has a plan. You mustn’t laugh at him.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He may not speak of it, and then he may.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ll sit and see if that small sailing cloud</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Will hit or miss the moon.’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[55]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent28">It hit the moon.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then there were three there, making a dim row,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The moon, the little silver cloud, and she.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Warren returned—too soon, it seemed to her,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Slipped to her side, caught up her hand and waited.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Warren?’ she questioned.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent26">‘Dead,’ was all he answered.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[56]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Mountain"> + <i>The Mountain</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The mountain held the town as in a shadow.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I saw so much before I slept there once:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I noticed that I missed stars in the west,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where its black body cut into the sky.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Near me it seemed: I felt it like a wall</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Behind which I was sheltered from a wind.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And yet between the town and it I found,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When I walked forth at dawn to see new things,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Were fields, a river, and beyond, more fields.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The river at the time was fallen away,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And made a widespread brawl on cobble-stones;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But the signs showed what it had done in spring:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Good grass land gullied out, and in the grass</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Ridges of sand, and driftwood stripped of bark.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I crossed the river and swung round the mountain.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And there I met a man who moved so slow</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With white-faced oxen in a heavy cart,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It seemed no harm to stop him altogether.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘What town is this?’ I asked.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent30">‘This? Lunenburg.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Then I was wrong: the town of my sojourn,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Beyond the bridge, was not that of the mountain,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But only felt at night its shadowy presence.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Where is your village? Very far from here?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘There is no village—only scattered farms.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We were but sixty voters last election.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We can’t in nature grow to many more:</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">[57]</span> <div class="verse indent0">That thing takes all the room!’ He moved his goad.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The mountain stood there to be pointed at.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Pasture ran up the side a little way,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And then there was a wall of trees with trunks;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">After that only tops of trees, and cliffs</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Imperfectly concealed among the leaves.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A dry ravine emerged from under boughs</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Into the pasture.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent18">‘That looks like a path.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Is that the way to reach the top from here?—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not for this morning, but some other time:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I must be getting back to breakfast now.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I don’t advise your trying from this side.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There is no proper path, but those that <em>have</em></div> + <div class="verse indent0">Been up, I understand, have climbed from Ladd’s.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That’s five miles back. You can’t mistake the place:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They logged it there last winter some way up.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’d take you, but I’m bound the other way.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You’ve never climbed it?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent26">‘I’ve been on the sides,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Deer-hunting and trout-fishing. There’s a brook</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That starts up on it somewhere—I’ve heard say</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Right on the top, tip-top—a curious thing.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But what would interest you about the brook,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s always cold in summer, warm in winter.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One of the great sights going is to see</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It steam in winter like an ox’s breath,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Until the bushes all along its banks</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Are inch-deep with the frosty spines and bristles—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You know the kind. Then let the sun shine on it!’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">[58]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘There ought to be a view around the world</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From such a mountain—if it isn’t wooded</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Clear to the top.’ I saw through leafy screens</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Great granite terraces in sun and shadow,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Shelves one could rest a knee on getting up—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With depths behind him sheer a hundred feet;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or turn and sit on and look out and down,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With little ferns in crevices at his elbow.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘As to that I can’t say. But there’s the spring,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Right on the summit, almost like a fountain.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That ought to be worth seeing.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent30">‘If it’s there.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You never saw it?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent18">‘I guess there’s no doubt</div> + <div class="verse indent0">About its being there. I never saw it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It may not be right on the very top:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It wouldn’t have to be a long way down</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To have some head of water from above,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And a <em>good distance</em> down might not be noticed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By anyone who’d come a long way up.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One time I asked a fellow climbing it</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To look and tell me later how it was.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘What did he say?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent18">‘He said there was a lake</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Somewhere in Ireland on a mountain top.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘But a lake’s different. What about the spring?’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">[59]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘He never got up high enough to see.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That’s why I don’t advise your trying this side.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He tried this side. I’ve always meant to go</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And look myself, but you know how it is:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It doesn’t seem so much to climb a mountain</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You’ve worked around the foot of all your life.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What would I do? Go in my overalls,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With a big stick, the same as when the cows</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Haven’t come down to the bars at milking time?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or with a shotgun for a stray black bear?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">’Twouldn’t seem real to climb for climbing it.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I shouldn’t climb it if I didn’t want to—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not for the sake of climbing. What’s its name?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘We call it Hor: I don’t know if that’s right.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Can one walk around it? Would it be too far?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You can drive round and keep in Lunenburg,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But it’s as much as ever you can do,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The boundary lines keep in so close to it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Hor is the township, and the township’s Hor—</div> + <div class="verse indent0"><em>And</em> a few houses sprinkled round the foot,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like boulders broken off the upper cliff,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Rolled out a little farther than the rest.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Warm in December, cold in June, you say?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I don’t suppose the water’s changed at all.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You and I know enough to know it’s warm</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Compared with cold, and cold compared with warm.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But all the fun’s in how you say a thing.’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">[60]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You’ve lived here all your life?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent30">‘Ever since Hor</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Was no bigger than a—’ What, I did not hear.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He drew the oxen toward him with light touches</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of his slim goad on nose and offside flank,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Gave them their marching orders and was moving.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">[61]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="A_Hundred_Collars"> + <i>A Hundred Collars</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Lancaster bore him—such a little town,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Such a great man. It doesn’t see him often</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of late years, though he keeps the old homestead</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And sends the children down there with their mother</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To run wild in the summer—a little wild.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Sometimes he joins them for a day or two</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And sees old friends he somehow can’t get near.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They meet him in the general store at night,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Pre-occupied with formidable mail,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Rifling a printed letter as he talks.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They seem afraid. He wouldn’t have it so:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Though a great scholar, he’s a democrat,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If not at heart, at least on principle.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Lately when coming up to Lancaster,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">His train being late, he missed another train</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And had four hours to wait at Woodsville Junction</div> + <div class="verse indent0">After eleven o’clock at night. Too tired</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To think of sitting such an ordeal out,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He turned to the hotel to find a bed.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘No room,’ the night clerk said. ‘Unless—’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Woodsville’s a place of shrieks and wandering lamps</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And cars that shock and rattle—and <em>one</em> hotel.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You say “unless.” ’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent18">‘Unless you wouldn’t mind</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Sharing a room with someone else.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent34">‘Who is it?’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">[62]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘A man.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘So I should hope. What kind of man?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I know him: he’s all right. A man’s a man.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Separate beds, of course, you understand.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The night clerk blinked his eyes and dared him on.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Who’s that man sleeping in the office chair?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Has he had the refusal of my chance?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘He was afraid of being robbed or murdered.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What do you say?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent18">‘I’ll have to have a bed.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The night clerk led him up three flights of stairs</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And down a narrow passage full of doors,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At the last one of which he knocked and entered.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Lafe, here’s a fellow wants to share your room.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Show him this way. I’m not afraid of him.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’m not so drunk I can’t take care of myself.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The night clerk clapped a bedstead on the foot.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘This will be yours. Good-night,’ he said, and went.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Lafe was the name, I think?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent28">‘Yes, <em>Lay</em>fayette.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You got it the first time. And yours?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent38">‘Magoon.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Doctor Magoon.’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">[63]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent16">‘A Doctor?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent28">‘Well, a teacher.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Professor Square-the-circle-till-you’re-tired?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Hold on, there’s something I don’t think of now</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That I had on my mind to ask the first</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Man that knew anything I happened in with.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ll ask you later—don’t let me forget it.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The Doctor looked at Lafe and looked away.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A man? A brute. Naked above the waist,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He sat there creased and shining in the light,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Fumbling the buttons in a well-starched shirt.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I’m moving into a size-larger shirt.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ve felt mean lately; mean’s no name for it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I just found what the matter was to-night:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ve been a-choking like a nursery tree</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When it outgrows the wire band of its name tag.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I blamed it on the hot spell we’ve been having.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">’Twas nothing but my foolish hanging back,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not liking to own up I’d grown a size.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Number eighteen this is. What size do you wear?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The Doctor caught his throat convulsively.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Oh—ah—fourteen—fourteen.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent30">‘Fourteen! You say so!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I can remember when I wore fourteen.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And come to think I must have back at home</div> + <div class="verse indent0">More than a hundred collars, size fourteen.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Too bad to waste them all. You ought to have them.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">[64]</span> <div class="verse indent0">They’re yours and welcome; let me send them to you.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What makes you stand there on one leg like that?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You’re not much furtherer than where Kike left you.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You act as if you wished you hadn’t come.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Sit down or lie down, friend; you make me nervous.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The Doctor made a subdued dash for it,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And propped himself at bay against a pillow.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Not that way, with your shoes on Kike’s white bed.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You can’t rest that way. Let me pull your shoes off.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Don’t touch me, please—I say, don’t touch me, please.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ll not be put to bed by you, my man.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Just as you say. Have it your own way then.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">“My man” is it? You talk like a professor.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Speaking of who’s afraid of who, however,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’m thinking I have more to lose than you</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If anything should happen to be wrong.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Who wants to cut your number fourteen throat!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Let’s have a show down as an evidence</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of good faith. There is ninety dollars.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Come, if you’re not afraid.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent28">‘<em>I</em>’m not afraid.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There’s five: that’s all I carry.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent34">‘I can search you?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where are you moving over to? Stay still.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You’d better tuck your money under you</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And sleep on it the way I always do</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When I’m with people I don’t trust at night.’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">[65]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Will you believe me if I put it there</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Right on the counterpane—that I do trust you?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You’d say so, Mister Man.—I’m a collector.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My ninety isn’t mine—you won’t think that.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I pick it up a dollar at a time</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All round the country for the <cite>Weekly News</cite>,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Published in Bow. You know the <cite>Weekly News</cite>?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Known it since I was young.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent28">‘Then you know me.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Now we are getting on together—talking.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’m sort of Something for it at the front.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My business is to find what people want:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They pay for it, and so they ought to have it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Fairbanks, he says to me—he’s editor—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">“Feel out the public sentiment”—he says.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A good deal comes on me when all is said.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The only trouble is we disagree</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In politics: I’m Vermont Democrat—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You know what that is, sort of double-dyed;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The <cite>News</cite> has always been Republican.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Fairbanks, he says to me, “Help us this year,”</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Meaning by us their ticket. “No,” I says,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">“I can’t and won’t. You’ve been in long enough:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s time you turned around and boosted us.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You’ll have to pay me more than ten a week</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If I’m expected to elect Bill Taft.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I doubt if I could do it anyway.” ’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You seem to shape the paper’s policy.’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_66">[66]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You see I’m in with everybody, know ’em all.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I almost know their farms as well as they do.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You drive around? It must be pleasant work.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘It’s business, but I can’t say it’s not fun.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What I like best’s the lay of different farms,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Coming out on them from a stretch of woods.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or over a hill or round a sudden corner.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I like to find folks getting out in spring,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Raking the dooryard, working near the house.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Later they get out further in the fields.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Everything’s shut sometimes except the barn;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The family’s all away in some back meadow.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There’s a hay load a-coming—when it comes.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And later still they all get driven in:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The fields are stripped to lawn, the garden patches</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Stripped to bare ground, the maple trees</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To whips and poles. There’s nobody about.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The chimney, though, keeps up a good brisk smoking.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I lie back and ride. I take the reins</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Only when someone’s coming, and the mare</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Stops when she likes: I tell her when to go.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ve spoiled Jemima in more ways than one.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She’s got so she turns in at every house</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As if she had some sort of curvature,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No matter if I have no errand there.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She thinks I’m sociable. I maybe am.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s seldom I get down except for meals, though.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Folks entertain me from the kitchen doorstep,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All in a family row down to the youngest.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘One would suppose they might not be as glad</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To see you as you are to see them.’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">[67]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent36">‘Oh,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Because I want their dollar? I don’t want</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Anything they’ve not got. I never dun.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’m there, and they can pay me if they like.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I go nowhere on purpose: I happen by.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Sorry there is no cup to give you a drink.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I drink out of the bottle—not your style.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Mayn’t I offer you—?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent23">‘No, no, no, thank you.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Just as you say. Here’s looking at you then.—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And now I’m leaving you a little while.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You’ll rest easier when I’m gone, perhaps—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Lie down—let yourself go and get some sleep.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But first—let’s see—what was I going to ask you?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Those collars—who shall I address them to,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Suppose you aren’t awake when I come back?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Really, friend, I can’t let you. You—may need them.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Not till I shrink, when they’ll be out of style.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘But really I—I have so many collars.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I don’t know who I rather would have have them.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They’re only turning yellow where they are.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But you’re the doctor as the saying is.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ll put the light out. Don’t you wait for me:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ve just begun the night. You get some sleep.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ll knock so-fashion and peep round the door</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When I come back so you’ll know who it is.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There’s nothing I’m afraid of like scared people.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I don’t want you should shoot me in the head.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_68">[68]</span> <div class="verse indent0">What am I doing carrying off this bottle?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There now, you get some sleep.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent24">He shut the door.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The Doctor slid a little down the pillow.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_69">[69]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Home_Burial"> + <i>Home Burial</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He saw her from the bottom of the stairs</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Before she saw him. She was starting down,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Looking back over her shoulder at some fear.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She took a doubtful step and then undid it</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To raise herself and look again. He spoke</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Advancing toward her: ‘What is it you see</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From up there always—for I want to know.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She turned and sank upon her skirts at that,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And her face changed from terrified to dull.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He said to gain time: ‘What is it you see,’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Mounting until she cowered under him.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I will find out now—you must tell me, dear.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She, in her place, refused him any help</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With the least stiffening of her neck and silence.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She let him look, sure that he wouldn’t see,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Blind creature; and a while he didn’t see.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But at last he murmured, ‘Oh,’ and again, ‘Oh.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘What is it—what?’ she said.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent28">‘Just that I see.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You don’t,’ she challenged. ‘Tell me what it is.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘The wonder is I didn’t see at once.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I never noticed it from here before.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I must be wonted to it—that’s the reason.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The little graveyard where my people are!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So small the window frames the whole of it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not so much larger than a bedroom, is it?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There are three stones of slate and one of marble,</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_70">[70]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Broad-shouldered little slabs there in the sunlight</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On the sidehill. We haven’t to mind <em>those</em>.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But I understand: it is not the stones,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But the child’s mound—’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent10">‘Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t,’ she cried.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">She withdrew shrinking from beneath his arm</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That rested on the banister, and slid downstairs;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And turned on him with such a daunting look,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He said twice over before he knew himself.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Can’t a man speak of his own child he’s lost?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Not you! Oh, where’s my hat? Oh, I don’t need it!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I must get out of here. I must get air.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I don’t know rightly whether any man can.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Amy! Don’t go to someone else this time.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Listen to me. I won’t come down the stairs.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He sat and fixed his chin between his fists.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘There’s something I should like to ask you, dear.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You don’t know how to ask it.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent32">‘Help me, then.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Her fingers moved the latch for all reply.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘My words are nearly always an offence.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I don’t know how to speak of anything</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So as to please you. But I might be taught</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I should suppose. I can’t say I see how.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A man must partly give up being a man</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With women-folk. We could have some arrangement</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_71">[71]</span> <div class="verse indent0">By which I’d bind myself to keep hands off</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Anything special you’re a-mind to name.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Though I don’t like such things ’twixt those that love.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Two that don’t love can’t live together without them.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But two that do can’t live together with them.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She moved the latch a little. ‘Don’t—don’t go.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Don’t carry it to someone else this time.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Tell me about it if it’s something human.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Let me into your grief. I’m not so much</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Unlike other folks as your standing there</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Apart would make me out. Give me my chance.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I do think, though, you overdo it a little.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What was it brought you up to think it the thing</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To take your mother-loss of a first child</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So inconsolably—in the face of love.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You’d think his memory might be satisfied—’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘There you go sneering now!’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent28">‘I’m not, I’m not!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You make me angry. I’ll come down to you.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">God, what a woman! And it’s come to this,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A man can’t speak of his own child that’s dead.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You can’t because you don’t know how to speak.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If you had any feelings, you that dug</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With your own hand—how could you?—his little grave;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I saw you from that very window there,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Making the gravel leap and leap in air,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Leap up, like that, like that, and land so lightly</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And roll back down the mound beside the hole.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I thought, Who is that man? I didn’t know you.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I crept down the stairs and up the stairs</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_72">[72]</span> <div class="verse indent0">To look again, and still your spade kept lifting.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then you came in. I heard your rumbling voice</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Out in the kitchen, and I don’t know why,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But I went near to see with my own eyes.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You could sit there with the stains on your shoes</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of the fresh earth from your own baby’s grave</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And talk about your everyday concerns.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You had stood the spade up against the wall</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Outside there in the entry, for I saw it.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I shall laugh the worst laugh I ever laughed.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’m cursed. God, if I don’t believe I’m cursed.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I can repeat the very words you were saying.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">“Three foggy mornings and one rainy day</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Will rot the best birch fence a man can build.”</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Think of it, talk like that at such a time!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What had how long it takes a birch to rot</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To do with what was in the darkened parlour.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You <em>couldn’t</em> care! The nearest friends can go</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With anyone to death, comes so far short</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They might as well not try to go at all.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No, from the time when one is sick to death,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One is alone, and he dies more alone.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Friends make pretence of following to the grave,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But before one is in it, their minds are turned</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And making the best of their way back to life</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And living people, and things they understand.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But the world’s evil. I won’t have grief so</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If I can change it. Oh, I won’t, I won’t!’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘There, you have said it all and you feel better.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You won’t go now. You’re crying. Close the door.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_73">[73]</span> <div class="verse indent0">The heart’s gone out of it: why keep it up.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Amy! There’s someone coming down the road!’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘<em>You</em>—oh, you think the talk is all. I must go—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Somewhere out of this house. How can I make you—’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘If—you—do!’ She was opening the door wider.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Where do you mean to go? First tell me that.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ll follow and bring you back by force. I <em>will</em>!—’</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_74">[74]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Black_Cottage"> + <i>The Black Cottage</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">We chanced in passing by that afternoon</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To catch it in a sort of special picture</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Among tar-banded ancient cherry trees,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Set well back from the road in rank lodged grass,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The little cottage we were speaking of,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A front with just a door between two windows,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Fresh painted by the shower a velvet black.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We paused, the minister and I, to look.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He made as if to hold it at arm’s length</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or put the leaves aside that framed it in.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Pretty,’ he said. ‘Come in. No one will care.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The path was a vague parting in the grass</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That led us to a weathered window-sill.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We pressed our faces to the pane. ‘You see,’ he said,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Everything’s as she left it when she died.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Her sons won’t sell the house or the things in it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They say they mean to come and summer here</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where they were boys. They haven’t come this year.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They live so far away—one is out west—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It will be hard for them to keep their word.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Anyway they won’t have the place disturbed.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A buttoned hair-cloth lounge spread scrolling arms</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Under a crayon portrait on the wall,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Done sadly from an old daguerreotype.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘That was the father as he went to war.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She always, when she talked about the war,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Sooner or later came and leaned, half knelt</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Against the lounge beside it, though I doubt</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If such unlifelike lines kept power to stir</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Anything in her after all the years.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He fell at Gettysburg or Fredericksburg,</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_75">[75]</span> <div class="verse indent0">I ought to know—it makes a difference which:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Fredericksburg wasn’t Gettysburg, of course.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But what I’m getting to is how forsaken</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A little cottage this has always seemed;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Since she went more than ever, but before—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I don’t mean altogether by the lives</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That had gone out of it, the father first,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then the two sons, till she was left alone.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(Nothing could draw her after those two sons.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She valued the considerate neglect</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She had at some cost taught them after years.)</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I mean by the world’s having passed it by—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As we almost got by this afternoon.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It always seems to me a sort of mark</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To measure how far fifty years have brought us.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Why not sit down if you are in no haste?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">These doorsteps seldom have a visitor.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The warping boards pull out their own old nails</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With none to tread and put them in their place.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She had her own idea of things, the old lady.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And she liked talk. She had seen Garrison</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And Whittier, and had her story of them.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One wasn’t long in learning that she thought</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Whatever else the Civil War was for,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It wasn’t just to keep the States together,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Nor just to free the slaves, though it did both.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She wouldn’t have believed those ends enough</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To have given outright for them all she gave.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Her giving somehow touched the principle</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That all men are created free and equal.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And to hear her quaint phrases—so removed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From the world’s view to-day of all those things.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That’s a hard mystery of Jefferson’s.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_76">[76]</span> <div class="verse indent0">What did he mean? Of course the easy way</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Is to decide it simply isn’t true.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It may not be. I heard a fellow say so.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But never mind, the Welshman got it planted</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where it will trouble us a thousand years.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Each age will have to reconsider it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You couldn’t tell her what the West was saying,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And what the South to her serene belief.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She had some art of hearing and yet not</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Hearing the latter wisdom of the world.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">White was the only race she ever knew.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Black she had scarcely seen, and yellow never.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But how could they be made so very unlike</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By the same hand working in the same stuff?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She had supposed the war decided that.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What are you going to do with such a person?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Strange how such innocence gets its own way.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I shouldn’t be surprised if in this world</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It were the force that would at last prevail.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Do you know but for her there was a time</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When to please younger members of the church,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or rather say non-members in the church,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Whom we all have to think of nowadays,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I would have changed the Creed a very little?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not that she ever had to ask me not to;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It never got so far as that; but the bare thought</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of her old tremulous bonnet in the pew,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And of her half asleep was too much for me.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Why, I might wake her up and startle her.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It was the words “descended into Hades”</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That seemed too pagan to our liberal youth.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You know they suffered from a general onslaught.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And well, if they weren’t true why keep right on</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_77">[77]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Saying them like the heathen? We could drop them.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Only—there was the bonnet in the pew.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Such a phrase couldn’t have meant much to her.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But suppose she had missed it from the Creed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As a child misses the unsaid Good-night,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And falls asleep with heartache—how should <em>I</em> feel?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’m just as glad she made me keep hands off,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For, dear me, why abandon a belief</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Merely because it ceases to be true.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Cling to it long enough, and not a doubt</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It will turn true again, for so it goes.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Most of the change we think we see in life</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Is due to truths being in and out of favour.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As I sit here, and oftentimes, I wish</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I could be monarch of a desert land</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I could devote and dedicate forever</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To the truths we keep coming back and back to.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So desert it would have to be, so walled</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By mountain ranges half in summer snow,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No one would covet it or think it worth</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The pains of conquering to force change on.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Scattered oases where men dwelt, but mostly</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Sand dunes held loosely in tamarisk</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Blown over and over themselves in idleness.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Sand grains should sugar in the natal dew</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The babe born to the desert, the sand storm</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Retard mid-waste my cowering caravans—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There are bees in this wall.’ He struck the clapboards,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Fierce heads looked out; small bodies pivoted.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We rose to go. Sunset blazed on the windows.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_78">[78]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Blueberries"> + <i>Blueberries</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You ought to have seen what I saw on my way</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To the village, through Patterson’s pasture to-day:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Blueberries as big as the end of your thumb,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Real sky-blue, and heavy, and ready to drum</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In the cavernous pail of the first one to come!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And all ripe together, not some of them green</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And some of them ripe! You ought to have seen!’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I don’t know what part of the pasture you mean.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You know where they cut off the woods—let me see—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It was two years ago—or no!—can it be</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No longer than that?—and the following fall</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The fire ran and burned it all up but the wall.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Why, there hasn’t been time for the bushes to grow.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That’s always the way with the blueberries, though:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There may not have been the ghost of a sign</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of them anywhere under the shade of the pine,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But get the pine out of the way, you may burn</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The pasture all over until not a fern</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or grass-blade is left, not to mention a stick,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And presto, they’re up all around you as thick</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And hard to explain as a conjuror’s trick.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘It must be on charcoal they fatten their fruit.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I taste in them sometimes the flavour of soot.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And after all really they’re ebony skinned:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The blue’s but a mist from the breath of the wind,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A tarnish that goes at a touch of the hand,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And less than the tan with which pickers are tanned.’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_79">[79]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Does Patterson know what he has, do you think?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘He may and not care and so leave the chewink</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To gather them for him—you know what he is.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He won’t make the fact that they’re rightfully his</div> + <div class="verse indent0">An excuse for keeping us other folk out.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I wonder you didn’t see Loren about.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘The best of it was that I did. Do you know,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I was just getting through what the field had to show</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And over the wall and into the road,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When who should come by, with a democrat-load</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of all the young chattering Lorens alive,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But Loren, the fatherly, out for a drive.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘He saw you, then? What did he do? Did he frown?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘He just kept nodding his head up and down.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You know how politely he always goes by.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But he thought a big thought—I could tell by his eye—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Which being expressed, might be this in effect:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">“I have left those there berries, I shrewdly suspect,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To ripen too long. I am greatly to blame.” ’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘He’s a thriftier person than some I could name.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘He seems to be thrifty; and hasn’t he need,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With the mouths of all those young Lorens to feed?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He has brought them all up on wild berries, they say,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like birds. They store a great many away.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They eat them the year round, and those they don’t eat</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They sell in the store and buy shoes for their feet.’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_80">[80]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Who cares what they say? It’s a nice way to live,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Just taking what Nature is willing to give,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not forcing her hand with harrow and plow.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I wish you had seen his perpetual bow—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the air of the youngsters! Not one of them turned,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And they looked so solemn-absurdly concerned.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I wish I knew half what the flock of them know</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of where all the berries and other things grow,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Cranberries in bogs and raspberries on top</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of the boulder-strewn mountain, and when they will crop.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I met them one day and each had a flower</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Stuck into his berries as fresh as a shower;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Some strange kind—they told me it hadn’t a name.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I’ve told you how once not long after we came,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I almost provoked poor Loren to mirth</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By going to him of all people on earth</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To ask if he knew any fruit to be had</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For the picking. The rascal, he said he’d be glad</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To tell if he knew. But the year had been bad.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There <em>had</em> been some berries—but those were all gone.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He didn’t say where they had been. He went on:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">“I’m sure—I’m sure”—as polite as could be.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He spoke to his wife in the door, “Let me see,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Mame, <em>we</em> don’t know any good berrying place?”</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It was all he could do to keep a straight face.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘If he thinks all the fruit that grows wild is for him,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’ll find he’s mistaken. See here, for a whim,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We’ll pick in the Pattersons’ pasture this year.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We’ll go in the morning, that is, if it’s clear,</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_81">[81]</span> <div class="verse indent0">And the sun shines out warm: the vines must be wet.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s so long since I picked I almost forget</div> + <div class="verse indent0">How we used to pick berries: we took one look round,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then sank out of sight like trolls underground,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And saw nothing more of each other, or heard,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Unless when you said I was keeping a bird</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Away from its nest, and I said it was you.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">“Well, one of us is.” For complaining it flew</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Around and around us. And then for a while</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We picked, till I feared you had wandered a mile,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I thought I had lost you. I lifted a shout</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Too loud for the distance you were, it turned out,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For when you made answer, your voice was as low</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As talking—you stood up beside me, you know.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘We sha’n’t have the place to ourselves to enjoy—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not likely, when all the young Lorens deploy.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They’ll be there to-morrow, or even to-night.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They won’t be too friendly—they may be polite—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To people they look on as having no right</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To pick where they’re picking. But we won’t complain.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You ought to have seen how it looked in the rain,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The fruit mixed with water in layers of leaves,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like two kinds of jewels, a vision for thieves.’</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_82">[82]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="A_Servant_to_Servants"> + <i>A Servant to Servants</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I didn’t make you know how glad I was</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To have you come and camp here on our land.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I promised myself to get down some day</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And see the way you lived, but I don’t know!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With a houseful of hungry men to feed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I guess you’d find.... It seems to me</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I can’t express my feelings any more</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Than I can raise my voice or want to lift</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My hand (oh, I can lift it when I have to).</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Did ever you feel so? I hope you never.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s got so I don’t even know for sure</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Whether I <em>am</em> glad, sorry, or anything.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There’s nothing but a voice-like left inside</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That seems to tell me how I ought to feel,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And would feel if I wasn’t all gone wrong.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You take the lake. I look and look at it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I see it’s a fair, pretty sheet of water.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I stand and make myself repeat out loud</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The advantages it has, so long and narrow,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like a deep piece of some old running river</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Cut short off at both ends. It lies five miles</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Straight away through the mountain notch</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From the sink window where I wash the plates,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And all our storms come up toward the house,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Drawing the slow waves whiter and whiter and whiter.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It took my mind off doughnuts and soda biscuit</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To step outdoors and take the water dazzle</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A sunny morning, or take the rising wind</div> + <div class="verse indent0">About my face and body and through my wrapper,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When a storm threatened from the Dragon’s Den,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And a cold chill shivered across the lake.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_83">[83]</span> <div class="verse indent0">I see it’s a fair, pretty sheet of water,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Our Willoughby! How did you hear of it?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I expect, though, everyone’s heard of it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In a book about ferns? Listen to that!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You let things more like feathers regulate</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Your going and coming. And you like it here?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I can see how you might. But I don’t know!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It would be different if more people came,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For then there would be business. As it is,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The cottages Len built, sometimes we rent them,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Sometimes we don’t. We’ve a good piece of shore</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That ought to be worth something, and may yet.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But I don’t count on it as much as Len.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He looks on the bright side of everything,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Including me. He thinks I’ll be all right</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With doctoring. But it’s not medicine—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Lowe is the only doctor’s dared to say so—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s rest I want—there, I have said it out—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From cooking meals for hungry hired men</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And washing dishes after them—from doing</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Things over and over that just won’t stay done.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By good rights I ought not to have so much</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Put on me, but there seems no other way.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Len says one steady pull more ought to do it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He says the best way out is always through.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I agree to that, or in so far</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As that I can see no way out but through—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Leastways for me—and then they’ll be convinced.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s not that Len don’t want the best for me.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It was his plan our moving over in</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Beside the lake from where that day I showed you</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We used to live—ten miles from anywhere.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We didn’t change without some sacrifice,</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_84">[84]</span> <div class="verse indent0">But Len went at it to make up the loss.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">His work’s a man’s, of course, from sun to sun,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But he works when he works as hard as I do—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Though there’s small profit in comparisons.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(Women and men will make them all the same.)</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But work ain’t all. Len undertakes too much.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’s into everything in town. This year</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s highways, and he’s got too many men</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Around him to look after that make waste.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They take advantage of him shamefully,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And proud, too, of themselves for doing so.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We have four here to board, great good-for-nothings,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Sprawling about the kitchen with their talk</div> + <div class="verse indent0">While I fry their bacon. Much they care!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No more put out in what they do or say</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Than if I wasn’t in the room at all.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Coming and going all the time, they are:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I don’t learn what their names are, let alone</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Their characters, or whether they are safe</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To have inside the house with doors unlocked.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’m not afraid of them, though, if they’re not</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Afraid of me. There’s two can play at that.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I have my fancies: it runs in the family.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My father’s brother wasn’t right. They kept him</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Locked up for years back there at the old farm.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ve been away once—yes, I’ve been away.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The State Asylum. I was prejudiced;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I wouldn’t have sent anyone of mine there;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You know the old idea—the only asylum</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Was the poorhouse, and those who could afford,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Rather than send their folks to such a place,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Kept them at home; and it does seem more human.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But it’s not so: the place is the asylum.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_85">[85]</span> <div class="verse indent0">There they have every means proper to do with,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And you aren’t darkening other people’s lives—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Worse than no good to them, and they no good</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To you in your condition; you can’t know</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Affection or the want of it in that state.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ve heard too much of the old-fashioned way.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My father’s brother, he went mad quite young.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Some thought he had been bitten by a dog,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Because his violence took on the form</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of carrying his pillow in his teeth;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But it’s more likely he was crossed in love,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or so the story goes. It was some girl.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Anyway all he talked about was love.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They soon saw he would do someone a mischief</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If he wa’n’t kept strict watch of, and it ended</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In father’s building him a sort of cage,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or room within a room, of hickory poles,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like stanchions in the barn, from floor to ceiling,—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A narrow passage all the way around.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Anything they put in for furniture</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’d tear to pieces, even a bed to lie on.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So they made the place comfortable with straw,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like a beast’s stall, to ease their consciences.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of course they had to feed him without dishes.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They tried to keep him clothed, but he paraded</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With his clothes on his arm—all of his clothes.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Cruel—it sounds. I ’spose they did the best</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They knew. And just when he was at the height,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Father and mother married, and mother came,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A bride, to help take care of such a creature,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And accommodate her young life to his.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That was what marrying father meant to her.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She had to lie and hear love things made dreadful</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_86">[86]</span> <div class="verse indent0">By his shouts in the night. He’d shout and shout</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Until the strength was shouted out of him,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And his voice died down slowly from exhaustion.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’d pull his bars apart like bow and bowstring,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And let them go and make them twang until</div> + <div class="verse indent0">His hands had worn them smooth as any oxbow.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And then he’d crow as if he thought that child’s play—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The only fun he had. I’ve heard them say, though,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They found a way to put a stop to it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He was before my time—I never saw him;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But the pen stayed exactly as it was</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There in the upper chamber in the ell,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A sort of catch-all full of attic clutter.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I often think of the smooth hickory bars.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It got so I would say—you know, half fooling—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘It’s time I took my turn upstairs in jail’—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Just as you will till it becomes a habit.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No wonder I was glad to get away.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Mind you, I waited till Len said the word.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I didn’t want the blame if things went wrong.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I was glad though, no end, when we moved out,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I looked to be happy, and I was,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As I said, for a while—but I don’t know!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Somehow the change wore out like a prescription.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And there’s more to it than just window-views</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And living by a lake. I’m past such help—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Unless Len took the notion, which he won’t,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I won’t ask him—it’s not sure enough.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I ’spose I’ve got to go the road I’m going:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Other folks have to, and why shouldn’t I?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I almost think if I could do like you,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Drop everything and live out on the ground—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But it might be, come night, I shouldn’t like it,</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_87">[87]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Or a long rain. I should soon get enough,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And be glad of a good roof overhead.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ve lain awake thinking of you, I’ll warrant,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">More than you have yourself, some of these nights.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The wonder was the tents weren’t snatched away</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From over you as you lay in your beds.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I haven’t courage for a risk like that.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Bless you, of course, you’re keeping me from work,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But the thing of it is, I need to <em>be</em> kept.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There’s work enough to do—there’s always that;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But behind’s behind. The worst that you can do</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Is set me back a little more behind.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I sha’n’t catch up in this world, anyway.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’d <em>rather</em> you’d not go unless you must.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_88">[88]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="After_Apple-Picking"> + <i>After Apple-Picking</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Toward heaven still,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fill</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Beside it, and there may be two or three</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Apples I didn’t pick upon some bough.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But I am done with apple-picking now.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Essence of winter sleep is on the night,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I got from looking through a pane of glass</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And held against the world of hoary grass.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It melted, and I let it fall and break.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But I was well</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Upon my way to sleep before it fell,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I could tell</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What form my dreaming was about to take.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Magnified apples appear and disappear,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Stem end and blossom end,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And every fleck of russet showing clear.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My instep arch not only keeps the ache,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I keep hearing from the cellar bin</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The rumbling sound</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of load on load of apples coming in.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For I have had too much</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of apple-picking: I am overtired</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of the great harvest I myself desired.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_89">[89]</span> <div class="verse indent0">For all</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That struck the earth,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Went surely to the cider-apple heap</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As of no worth.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One can see what will trouble</div> + <div class="verse indent0">This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Were he not gone,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The woodchuck could say whether it’s like his</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or just some human sleep.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_90">[90]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Code"> + <i>The Code</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">There were three in the meadow by the brook</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With an eye always lifted toward the west</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where an irregular sun-bordered cloud</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Darkly advanced with a perpetual dagger</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Flickering across its bosom. Suddenly</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One helper, thrusting pitchfork in the ground,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Marched himself off the field and home. One stayed.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The town-bred farmer failed to understand.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘What is there wrong?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent23">‘Something you just now said.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘What did I say?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent18">‘About our taking pains.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘To cock the hay?—because it’s going to shower?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I said that more than half an hour ago.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I said it to myself as much as you.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You didn’t know. But James is one big fool.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He thought you meant to find fault with his work.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That’s what the average farmer would have meant.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">James would take time, of course, to chew it over</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Before he acted: he’s just got round to act.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘He is a fool if that’s the way he takes me.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Don’t let it bother you. You’ve found out something</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_91">[91]</span> <div class="verse indent0">The hand that knows his business won’t be told</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To do work better or faster—those two things.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’m as particular as anyone:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Most likely I’d have served you just the same.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But I know you don’t understand our ways.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You were just talking what was in your mind,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What was in all our minds, and you weren’t hinting.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Tell you a story of what happened once:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I was up here in Salem at a man’s</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Named Sanders with a gang of four or five</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Doing the haying. No one liked the boss.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He was one of the kind sports call a spider,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All wiry arms and legs that spread out wavy</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From a humped body nigh as big’s a biscuit.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But work! that man could work, especially</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If by so doing he could get more work</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Out of his hired help. I’m not denying</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He was hard on himself. I couldn’t find</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That he kept any hours—not for himself.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Daylight and lantern-light were one to him:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ve heard him pounding in the barn all night.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But what he liked was someone to encourage.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Them that he couldn’t lead he’d get behind</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And drive, the way you can, you know, in mowing—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Keep at their heels and threaten to mow their legs off.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’d seen about enough of his bulling tricks</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(We call that bulling). I’d been watching him.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So when he paired off with me in the hay field</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To load the load, thinks I, Look out for trouble.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I built the load and topped it off; old Sanders</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Combed it down with a rake and says, “O. K.”</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Everything went well till we reached the barn</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With a big jag to empty in a bay.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_92">[92]</span> <div class="verse indent0">You understand that meant the easy job</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For the man up on top of throwing <em>down</em></div> + <div class="verse indent0">The hay and rolling it off wholesale,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where on a mow it would have been slow lifting.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You wouldn’t think a fellow’d need much urging</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Under those circumstances, would you now?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But the old fool seizes his fork in both hands,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And looking up bewhiskered out of the pit,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Shouts like an army captain, “Let her come!”</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Thinks I, D’ye mean it? “What was that you said?”</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I asked out loud, so’s there’d be no mistake,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">“Did you say, Let her come?” “Yes, let her come.”</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He said it over, but he said it softer.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Never you say a thing like that to a man,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not if he values what he is. God, I’d as soon</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Murdered him as left out his middle name.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’d built the load and knew right where to find it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Two or three forkfuls I picked lightly round for</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like meditating, and then I just dug in</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And dumped the rackful on him in ten lots.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I looked over the side once in the dust</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And caught sight of him treading-water-like.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Keeping his head above. “Damn ye,” I says,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">“That gets ye!” He squeaked like a squeezed rat.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That was the last I saw or heard of him.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I cleaned the rack and drove out to cool off.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As I sat mopping hayseed from my neck,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And sort of waiting to be asked about it,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One of the boys sings out, “Where’s the old man?”</div> + <div class="verse indent0">“I left him in the barn under the hay.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If ye want him, ye can go and dig him out.”</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They realized from the way I swobbed my neck</div> + <div class="verse indent0">More than was needed something must be up.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_93">[93]</span> <div class="verse indent0">They headed for the barn; I stayed where I was.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They told me afterward. First they forked hay,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A lot of it, out into the barn floor.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Nothing! They listened for him. Not a rustle.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I guess they thought I’d spiked him in the temple</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Before I buried him, or I couldn’t have managed.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They excavated more. “Go keep his wife</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Out of the barn.” Someone looked in a window,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And curse me if he wasn’t in the kitchen</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Slumped way down in a chair, with both his feet</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Against the stove, the hottest day that summer.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He looked so clean disgusted from behind</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There was no one that dared to stir him up,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or let him know that he was being looked at.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Apparently I hadn’t buried him</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(I may have knocked him down); but my just trying</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To bury him had hurt his dignity.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He had gone to the house so’s not to meet me.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He kept away from us all afternoon.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We tended to his hay. We saw him out</div> + <div class="verse indent0">After a while picking peas in his garden:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He couldn’t keep away from doing something.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Weren’t you relieved to find he wasn’t dead?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘No! and yet I don’t know—it’s hard to say.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I went about to kill him fair enough.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You took an awkward way. Did he discharge you?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Discharge me? No! He knew I did just right.’</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_94">[94]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Generations_of_Men"> + <i>The Generations of Men</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">A governor it was proclaimed this time,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Ancestral memories might come together.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And those of the name Stark gathered in Bow,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A rock-strewn town where farming has fallen off,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And sprout-lands flourish where the axe has gone.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Someone had literally run to earth</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In an old cellar hole in a by-road</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The origin of all the family there.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Thence they were sprung, so numerous a tribe</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That now not all the houses left in town</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Made shift to shelter them without the help</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of here and there a tent in grove and orchard.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They were at Bow, but that was not enough:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Nothing would do but they must fix a day</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To stand together on the crater’s verge</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That turned them on the world, and try to fathom</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The past and get some strangeness out of it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But rain spoiled all. The day began uncertain,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With clouds low trailing and moments of rain that misted.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The young folk held some hope out to each other</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Till well toward noon when the storm settled down</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With a swish in the grass. ‘What if the others</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Are there,’ they said. ‘It isn’t going to rain.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Only one from a farm not far away</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Strolled thither, not expecting he would find</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Anyone else, but out of idleness.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One, and one other, yes, for there were two.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The second round the curving hillside road</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Was a girl; and she halted some way off</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To reconnoitre, and then made up her mind</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_95">[95]</span> <div class="verse indent0">At least to pass by and see who he was,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And perhaps hear some word about the weather.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">This was some Stark she didn’t know. He nodded.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘No fête to-day,’ he said.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent27">‘It looks that way.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">She swept the heavens, turning on her heel.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I only idled down.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent21">‘I idled down.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Provision there had been for just such meeting</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of stranger cousins, in a family tree</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Drawn on a sort of passport with the branch</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of the one bearing it done in detail—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Some zealous one’s laborious device.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She made a sudden movement toward her bodice,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As one who clasps her heart. They laughed together.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Stark?’ he inquired. ‘No matter for the proof.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Yes, Stark. And you?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent19">‘I’m Stark.’ He drew his passport.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You know we might not be and still be cousins:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The town is full of Chases, Lowes, and Baileys,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All claiming some priority in Starkness.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My mother was a Lane, yet might have married</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Anyone upon earth and still her children</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Would have been Starks, and doubtless here to-day.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You riddle with your genealogy</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like a Viola. I don’t follow you.’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_96">[96]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I only mean my mother was a Stark</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Several times over, and by marrying father</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No more than brought us back into the name.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘One ought not to be thrown into confusion</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By a plain statement of relationship,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But I own what you say makes my head spin.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You take my card—you seem so good at such things—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And see if you can reckon our cousinship.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Why not take seats here on the cellar wall</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And dangle feet among the raspberry vines?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Under the shelter of the family tree.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Just so—that ought to be enough protection.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Not from the rain. I think it’s going to rain.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘It’s raining.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent16">‘No, it’s misting; let’s be fair.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Does the rain seem to you to cool the eyes?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The situation was like this: the road</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Bowed outward on the mountain half-way up,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And disappeared and ended not far off.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No one went home that way. The only house</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Beyond where they were was a shattered seedpod</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And below roared a brook hidden in trees,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The sound of which was silence for the place.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">This he sat listening to till she gave judgment.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘On father’s side, it seems, we’re—let me see—’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_97">[97]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Don’t be too technical.—You have three cards.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Four cards, one yours, three mine, one for each branch</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of the Stark family I’m a member of.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘D’you know a person so related to herself</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Is supposed to be mad.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent24">‘I may be mad.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You look so, sitting out here in the rain</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Studying genealogy with me</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You never saw before. What will we come to</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With all this pride of ancestry, we Yankees?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I think we’re all mad. Tell me why we’re here</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Drawn into town about this cellar hole</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like wild geese on a lake before a storm?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What do we see in such a hole, I wonder.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘The Indians had a myth of Chicamoztoc,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Which means The Seven Caves that We Came out of.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">This is the pit from which we Starks were digged.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You must be learned. That’s what you see in it?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘And what do you see?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent22">‘Yes, what <em>do</em> I see?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">First let me look. I see raspberry vines—’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Oh, if you’re going to use your eyes, just hear</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What <em>I</em> see. It’s a little, little boy,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As pale and dim as a match flame in the sun;</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_98">[98]</span> <div class="verse indent0">He’s groping in the cellar after jam,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He thinks it’s dark and it’s flooded with daylight.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘He’s nothing. Listen. When I lean like this</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I can make out old Grandsir Stark distinctly,—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With his pipe in his mouth and his brown jug—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Bless you, it isn’t Grandsir Stark, it’s Granny,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But the pipe’s there and smoking and the jug.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She’s after cider, the old girl, she’s thirsty;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Here’s hoping she gets her drink and gets out safely.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Tell me about her. Does she look like me?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘She should, shouldn’t she, you’re so many times</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Over descended from her. I believe</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She does look like you. Stay the way you are.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The nose is just the same, and so’s the chin—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Making allowance, making due allowance.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You poor, dear, great, great, great, great Granny!’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘See that you get her greatness right. Don’t stint her.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Yes, it’s important, though you think it isn’t.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I won’t be teased. But see how wet I am.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Yes, you must go; we can’t stay here for ever.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But wait until I give you a hand up.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A bead of silver water more or less</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Strung on your hair won’t hurt your summer looks.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I wanted to try something with the noise</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That the brook raises in the empty valley.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We have seen visions—now consult the voices.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_99">[99]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Something I must have learned riding in trains</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When I was young. I used to use the roar</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To set the voices speaking out of it,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Speaking or singing, and the band-music playing.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Perhaps you have the art of what I mean.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ve never listened in among the sounds</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That a brook makes in such a wild descent.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It ought to give a purer oracle.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘It’s as you throw a picture on a screen:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The meaning of it all is out of you;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The voices give you what you wish to hear.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Strangely, it’s anything they wish to give.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Then I don’t know. It must be strange enough.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I wonder if it’s not your make-believe.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What do you think you’re like to hear to-day?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘From the sense of our having been together—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But why take time for what I’m like to hear?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ll tell you what the voices really say.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You will do very well right where you are</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A little longer. I mustn’t feel too hurried,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or I can’t give myself to hear the voices.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Is this some trance you are withdrawing into?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You must be very still; you mustn’t talk.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I’ll hardly breathe.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent23">‘The voices seem to say—’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_100">[100]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I’m waiting.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent14">‘Don’t! The voices seem to say:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Call her Nausicaa, the unafraid</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of an acquaintance made adventurously.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I let you say that—on consideration.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I don’t see very well how you can help it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You want the truth. I speak but by the voices.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You see they know I haven’t had your name,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Though what a name should matter between us—’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I shall suspect—’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent18">‘Be good. The voices say:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Call her Nausicaa, and take a timber</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That you shall find lies in the cellar charred</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Among the raspberries, and hew and shape it</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For a door-sill or other corner piece</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In a new cottage on the ancient spot.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The life is not yet all gone out of it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And come and make your summer dwelling here,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And perhaps she will come, still unafraid,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And sit before you in the open door</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With flowers in her lap until they fade,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But not come in across the sacred sill—’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I wonder where your oracle is tending.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You can see that there’s something wrong with it</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or it would speak in dialect. Whose voice</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Does it purport to speak in? Not old Grandsir’s</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Nor Granny’s, surely. Call up one of them.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They have best right to be heard in this place.’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_101">[101]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You seem so partial to our great-grandmother</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(Nine times removed. Correct me if I err.)</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You will be likely to regard as sacred</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Anything she may say. But let me warn you,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Folks in her day were given to plain speaking.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You think you’d best tempt her at such a time?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘It rests with us always to cut her off.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Well then, it’s Granny speaking: “I dunnow!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Mebbe I’m wrong to take it as I do.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There ain’t no names quite like the old ones though,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Nor never will be to my way of thinking.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One mustn’t bear too hard on the new comers,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But there’s a dite too many of them for comfort.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I should feel easier if I could see</div> + <div class="verse indent0">More of the salt wherewith they’re to be salted.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Son, you do as you’re told! You take the timber—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s as sound as the day when it was cut—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And begin over—” There, she’d better stop.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You can see what is troubling Granny, though.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But don’t you think we sometimes make too much</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of the old stock? What counts is the ideals,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And those will bear some keeping still about.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I can see we are going to be good friends.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I like your “going to be.” You said just now</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s going to rain.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent20">‘I know, and it was raining.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I let you say all that. But I must go now.’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_102">[102]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You let me say it? on consideration?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">How shall we say good-bye in such a case?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘How shall we?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent16">‘Will you leave the way to me?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘No, I don’t trust your eyes. You’ve said enough.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Now give me your hand up.—Pick me that flower.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Where shall we meet again?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent28">‘Nowhere but here</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Once more before we meet elsewhere.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent38">‘In rain?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘It ought to be in rain. Sometime in rain.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In rain to-morrow, shall we, if it rains?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But if we must, in sunshine.’ So she went.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_103">[103]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Housekeeper"> + <i>The Housekeeper</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I let myself in at the kitchen door.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘It’s you,’ she said. ‘I can’t get up. Forgive me</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not answering your knock. I can no more</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Let people in than I can keep them out.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’m getting too old for my size, I tell them.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My fingers are about all I’ve the use of</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So’s to take any comfort. I can sew:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I help out with this beadwork what I can.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘That’s a smart pair of pumps you’re beading there.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Who are they for?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent18">‘You mean?—oh, for some miss.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I can’t keep track of other people’s daughters.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Lord, if I were to dream of everyone</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Whose shoes I primped to dance in!’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent34">‘And where’s John?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Haven’t you seen him? Strange what set you off</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To come to his house when he’s gone to yours.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You can’t have passed each other. I know what:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He must have changed his mind and gone to Garland’s.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He won’t be long in that case. You can wait.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Though what good you can be, or anyone—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s gone so far. You’ve heard? Estelle’s run off.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Yes, what’s it all about? When did she go?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Two weeks since.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent18">‘She’s in earnest, it appears.’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_104">[104]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I’m sure she won’t come back. She’s hiding somewhere.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I don’t know where myself. John thinks I do.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He thinks I only have to say the word,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And she’ll come back. But, bless you, I’m her mother—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I can’t talk to her, and, Lord, if I could!’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘It will go hard with John. What will he do?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He can’t find anyone to take her place.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Oh, if you ask me that, what <em>will</em> he do?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He gets some sort of bakeshop meals together,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With me to sit and tell him everything,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What’s wanted and how much and where it is.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But when I’m gone—of course I can’t stay here:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Estelle’s to take me when she’s settled down.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He and I only hinder one another.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I tell them they can’t get me through the door, though:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ve been built in here like a big church organ.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We’ve been here fifteen years.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent30">‘That’s a long time</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To live together and then pull apart.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">How do you see him living when you’re gone?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Two of you out will leave an empty house.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I don’t just see him living many years,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Left here with nothing but the furniture.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I hate to think of the old place when we’re gone,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With the brook going by below the yard,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And no one here but hens blowing about.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If he could sell the place, but then, he can’t:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No one will ever live on it again.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s too run down. This is the last of it.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_105">[105]</span> <div class="verse indent0">What I think he will do, is let things smash.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’ll sort of swear the time away. He’s awful!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I never saw a man let family troubles</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Make so much difference in his man’s affairs.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’s just dropped everything. He’s like a child.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I blame his being brought up by his mother.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’s got hay down that’s been rained on three times.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He hoed a little yesterday for me:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I thought the growing things would do him good.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Something went wrong. I saw him throw the hoe</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Sky-high with both hands. I can see it now—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Come here—I’ll show you—in that apple tree.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That’s no way for a man to do at his age:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’s fifty-five, you know, if he’s a day.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Aren’t you afraid of him? What’s that gun for?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Oh, that’s been there for hawks since chicken-time.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">John Hall touch me! Not if he knows his friends.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ll say that for him, John’s no threatener</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like some men folk. No one’s afraid of him;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All is, he’s made up his mind not to stand</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What he has got to stand.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent26">‘Where is Estelle?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Couldn’t one talk to her? What does she say?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You say you don’t know where she is.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent36">‘Nor want to!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She thinks if it was bad to live with him,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It must be right to leave him.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent30">‘Which is wrong!’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_106">[106]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Yes, but he should have married her.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent38">‘I know.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘The strain’s been too much for her all these years:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I can’t explain it any other way.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s different with a man, at least with John:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He knows he’s kinder than the run of men.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Better than married ought to be as good</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As married—that’s what he has always said.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I know the way he’s felt—but all the same!’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I wonder why he doesn’t marry her</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And end it.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent12">‘Too late now: she wouldn’t have him.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’s given her time to think of something else.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That’s his mistake. The dear knows my interest</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Has been to keep the thing from breaking up.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">This is a good home: I don’t ask for better.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But when I’ve said, “Why shouldn’t they be married,”</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’d say, “Why should they?” no more words than that.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘And after all why should they? John’s been fair</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I take it. What was his was always hers.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There was no quarrel about property.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Reason enough, there was no property.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A friend or two as good as own the farm,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Such as it is. It isn’t worth the mortgage.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I mean Estelle has always held the purse.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘The rights of that are harder to get at.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_107">[107]</span> <div class="verse indent0">I guess Estelle and I have filled the purse.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">’Twas we let him have money, not he us.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">John’s a bad farmer. I’m not blaming him.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Take it year in, year out, he doesn’t make much.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We came here for a home for me, you know,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Estelle to do the housework for the board</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of both of us. But look how it turns out:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She seems to have the housework, and besides</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Half of the outdoor work, though as for that,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’d say she does it more because she likes it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You see our pretty things are all outdoors.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Our hens and cows and pigs are always better</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Than folks like us have any business with.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Farmers around twice as well off as we</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Haven’t as good. They don’t go with the farm.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One thing you can’t help liking about John,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’s fond of nice things—too fond, some would say.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But Estelle don’t complain: she’s like him there.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She wants our hens to be the best there are.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You never saw this room before a show,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Full of lank, shivery, half-drowned birds</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In separate coops, having their plumage done.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The smell of the wet feathers in the heat!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You spoke of John’s not being safe to stay with.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You don’t know what a gentle lot we are:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We wouldn’t hurt a hen! You ought to see us</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Moving a flock of hens from place to place.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We’re not allowed to take them upside down,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All we can hold together by the legs.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Two at a time’s the rule, one on each arm,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No matter how far and how many times</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We have to go.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent14">‘You mean that’s John’s idea.’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_108">[108]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘And we live up to it; or I don’t know</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What childishness he wouldn’t give way to.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He manages to keep the upper hand</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On his own farm. He’s boss. But as to hens:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We fence our flowers in and the hens range.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Nothing’s too good for them. We say it pays.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">John likes to tell the offers he has had,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Twenty for this cock, twenty-five for that.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He never takes the money. If they’re worth</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That much to sell, they’re worth as much to keep.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Bless you, it’s all expense, though. Reach me down</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The little tin box on the cupboard shelf,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The upper shelf, the tin box. That’s the one.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ll show you. Here you are.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent28">‘What’s this?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent42">‘A bill—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For fifty dollars for one Langshang cock—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Receipted. And the cock is in the yard.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Not in a glass case, then?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent28">‘He’d need a tall one:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He can eat off a barrel from the ground.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’s been in a glass case, as you may say,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The Crystal Palace, London. He’s imported.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">John bought him, and we paid the bill with beads—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Wampum, I call it. Mind, we don’t complain.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But you see, don’t you, we take care of him.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘And like it, too. It makes it all the worse.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘It seems as if. And that’s not all: he’s helpless</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_109">[109]</span> <div class="verse indent0">In ways that I can hardly tell you of.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Sometimes he gets possessed to keep accounts</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To see where all the money goes so fast.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You know how men will be ridiculous.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But it’s just fun the way he gets bedeviled—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If he’s untidy now, what will he be—?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘It makes it all the worse. You must be blind.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Estelle’s the one. You needn’t talk to me.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Can’t you and I get to the root of it?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What’s the real trouble? What will satisfy her?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘It’s as I say: she’s turned from him, that’s all.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘But why, when she’s well off? Is it the neighbours,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Being cut off from friends?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent28">‘We have our friends.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That isn’t it. Folks aren’t afraid of us.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘She’s let it worry her. You stood the strain,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And you’re her mother.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent22">‘But I didn’t always.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I didn’t relish it along at first.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But I got wonted to it. And besides—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">John said I was too old to have grandchildren.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But what’s the use of talking when it’s done?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She won’t come back—it’s worse than that—she can’t.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Why do you speak like that? What do you know?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What do you mean?—she’s done harm to herself?’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_110">[110]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I mean she’s married—married someone else.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Oho, oho!’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent12">‘You don’t believe me.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent36">‘Yes, I do,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Only too well. I knew there must be something!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So that was what was back. She’s bad, that’s all!’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Bad to get married when she had the chance?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Nonsense! See what she’s done! But who, but who—’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Who’d marry her straight out of such a mess?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Say it right out—no matter for her mother.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The man was found. I’d better name no names.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">John himself won’t imagine who he is.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Then it’s all up. I think I’ll get away.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You’ll be expecting John. I pity Estelle;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I suppose she deserves some pity, too.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You ought to have the kitchen to yourself</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To break it to him. You may have the job.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You needn’t think you’re going to get away.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">John’s almost here. I’ve had my eye on someone</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Coming down Ryan’s Hill. I thought ’twas him.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Here he is now. This box! Put it away.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And this bill.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent14">‘What’s the hurry? He’ll unhitch.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘No, he won’t, either. He’ll just drop the reins</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_111">[111]</span> <div class="verse indent0">And turn Doll out to pasture, rig and all.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She won’t get far before the wheels hang up</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On something—there’s no harm. See, there he is!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My, but he looks as if he must have heard!’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">John threw the door wide but he didn’t enter.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘How are you, neighbour? Just the man I’m after.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Isn’t it Hell,’ he said. ‘I want to know.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Come out here if you want to hear me talk.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ll talk to you, old woman, afterward.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ve got some news that maybe isn’t news.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What are they trying to do to me, these two?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Do go along with him and stop his shouting.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She raised her voice against the closing door:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Who wants to hear your news, you—dreadful fool?’</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_112">[112]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Fear"> + <i>The Fear</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">A lantern light from deeper in the barn</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Shone on a man and woman in the door</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And threw their lurching shadows on a house</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Near by, all dark in every glossy window.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A horse’s hoof pawed once the hollow floor,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the back of the gig they stood beside</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Moved in a little. The man grasped a wheel,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The woman spoke out sharply, ‘Whoa, stand still!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I saw it just as plain as a white plate,’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She said, ‘as the light on the dashboard ran</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Along the bushes at the roadside—a man’s face.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You <em>must</em> have seen it too.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent30">‘I didn’t see it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Are you sure—’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent16">‘Yes, I’m sure!’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent34">‘—it was a face?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Joel, I’ll have to look. I can’t go in,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I can’t, and leave a thing like that unsettled.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Doors locked and curtains drawn will make no difference.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I always have felt strange when we came home</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To the dark house after so long an absence,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the key rattled loudly into place</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Seemed to warn someone to be getting out</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At one door as we entered at another.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What if I’m right, and someone all the time—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Don’t hold my arm!’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_113">[113]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent20">‘I say it’s someone passing.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You speak as if this were a travelled road.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You forget where we are. What is beyond</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That he’d be going to or coming from</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At such an hour of night, and on foot too?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What was he standing still for in the bushes?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘It’s not so very late—it’s only dark.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There’s more in it than you’re inclined to say.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Did he look like—?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent20">‘He looked like anyone.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ll never rest to-night unless I know.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Give me the lantern.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent20">‘You don’t want the lantern.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">She pushed past him and got it for herself.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You’re not to come,’ she said. ‘This is my business.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If the time’s come to face it, I’m the one</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To put it the right way. He’d never dare—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Listen! He kicked a stone. Hear that, hear that!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’s coming towards us. Joel, <em>go</em> in—please.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Hark!—I don’t hear him now. But please go in.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘In the first place you can’t make me believe it’s—’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘It is—or someone else he’s sent to watch.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And now’s the time to have it out with him</div> + <div class="verse indent0">While we know definitely where he is.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Let him get off and he’ll be everywhere</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_114">[114]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Around us, looking out of trees and bushes</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Till I sha’n’t dare to set a foot outdoors.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I can’t stand it. Joel, let me go!’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘But it’s nonsense to think he’d care enough.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You mean you couldn’t understand his caring.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Oh, but you see he hadn’t had enough—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Joel, I won’t—I won’t—I promise you.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We mustn’t say hard things. You mustn’t either.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I’ll be the one, if anybody goes!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But you give him the advantage with this light.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What couldn’t he do to us standing here!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And if to see was what he wanted, why</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He has seen all there was to see and gone.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He appeared to forget to keep his hold,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But advanced with her as she crossed the grass.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘What do you want?’ she cried to all the dark.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She stretched up tall to overlook the light</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That hung in both hands hot against her skirt.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘There’s no one; so you’re wrong,’ he said.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent36">‘There is.—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What do you want?’ she cried, and then herself</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Was startled when an answer really came.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Nothing.’ It came from well along the road.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">She reached a hand to Joel for support:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The smell of scorching woollen made her faint.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_115">[115]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘What are you doing round this house at night?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Nothing.’ A pause: there seemed no more to say.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And then the voice again: ‘You seem afraid.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I saw by the way you whipped up the horse.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ll just come forward in the lantern light</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And let you see.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent16">‘Yes, do.—Joel, go back!’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">She stood her ground against the noisy steps</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That came on, but her body rocked a little.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You see,’ the voice said.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent26">‘Oh.’ She looked and looked.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You don’t see—I’ve a child here by the hand.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A robber wouldn’t have his family with him.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘What’s a child doing at this time of night—?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Out walking. Every child should have the memory</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of at least one long-after-bedtime walk.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What, son?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent11">‘Then I should think you’d try to find</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Somewhere to walk—’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent22">‘The highway, as it happens—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We’re stopping for the fortnight down at Dean’s.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘But if that’s all—Joel—you realize—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You won’t think anything. You understand?</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_116">[116]</span> <div class="verse indent0">You understand that we have to be careful.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">This is a very, very lonely place.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Joel!’ She spoke as if she couldn’t turn.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The swinging lantern lengthened to the ground,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It touched, it struck, it clattered and went out.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_117">[117]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Self-Seeker"> + <i>The Self-Seeker</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Willis, I didn’t want you here to-day:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The lawyer’s coming for the company.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’m going to sell my soul, or, rather, feet.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Five hundred dollars for the pair, you know.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘With you the feet have nearly been the soul;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And if you’re going to sell them to the devil,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I want to see you do it. When’s he coming?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I half suspect you knew, and came on purpose</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To try to help me drive a better bargain.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Well, if it’s true! Yours are no common feet.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The lawyer don’t know what it is he’s buying:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So many miles you might have walked you won’t walk.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You haven’t run your forty orchids down.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What does he think?—How <em>are</em> the blessed feet?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The doctor’s sure you’re going to walk again?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘He thinks I’ll hobble. It’s both legs and feet.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘They must be terrible—I mean to look at.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I haven’t dared to look at them uncovered.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Through the bed blankets I remind myself</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of a starfish laid out with rigid points.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘The wonder is it hadn’t been your head.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘It’s hard to tell you how I managed it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When I saw the shaft had me by the coat,</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_118">[118]</span> <div class="verse indent0">I didn’t try too long to pull away,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or fumble for my knife to cut away,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I just embraced the shaft and rode it out—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Till Weiss shut off the water in the wheel-pit.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That’s how I think I didn’t lose my head.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But my legs got their knocks against the ceiling.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Awful. Why didn’t they throw off the belt</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Instead of going clear down in the wheel-pit?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘They say some time was wasted on the belt—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Old streak of leather—doesn’t love me much</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Because I make him spit fire at my knuckles,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The way Ben Franklin used to make the kite-string.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That must be it. Some days he won’t stay on.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That day a woman couldn’t coax him off.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’s on his rounds now with his tail in his mouth</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Snatched right and left across the silver pulleys.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Everything goes the same without me there.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You can hear the small buzz saws whine, the big saw</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Caterwaul to the hills around the village</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As they both bite the wood. It’s all our music.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One ought as a good villager to like it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No doubt it has a sort of prosperous sound,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And it’s our life.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent18">‘Yes, when it’s not our death.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You make that sound as if it wasn’t so</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With everything. What we live by we die by.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I wonder where my lawyer is. His train’s in.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I want this over with; I’m hot and tired.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You’re getting ready to do something foolish.’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_119">[119]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Watch for him, will you, Will? You let him in.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’d rather Mrs. Corbin didn’t know;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ve boarded here so long, she thinks she owns me.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You’re bad enough to manage without her.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I’m going to be worse instead of better.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You’ve got to tell me how far this is gone:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Have you agreed to any price?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent30">‘Five hundred.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Five hundred—five—five! One, two, three, four, five.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You needn’t look at me.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent24">‘I don’t believe you.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I told you, Willis, when you first came in.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Don’t you be hard on me. I have to take</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What I can get. You see they have the feet,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Which gives them the advantage in the trade.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I can’t get back the feet in any case.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘But your flowers, man, you’re selling out your flowers.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Yes, that’s one way to put it—all the flowers</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of every kind everywhere in this region</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For the next forty summers—call it forty.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But I’m not selling those, I’m giving them,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They never earned me so much as one cent:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Money can’t pay me for the loss of them.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No, the five hundred was the sum they named</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To pay the doctor’s bill and tide me over.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s that or fight, and I don’t want to fight—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I just want to get settled in my life,</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_120">[120]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Such as it’s going to be, and know the worst,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or best—it may not be so bad. The firm</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Promise me all the shooks I want to nail.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘But what about your flora of the valley?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You have me there. But that—you didn’t think</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That was worth money to me? Still I own</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It goes against me not to finish it</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For the friends it might bring me. By the way,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I had a letter from Burroughs—did I tell you?—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">About my <cite>Cyprepedium reginæ</cite>;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He says it’s not reported so far north.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There! there’s the bell. He’s rung. But you go down</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And bring him up, and don’t let Mrs. Corbin.—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Oh, well, we’ll soon be through with it. I’m tired.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Willis brought up besides the Boston lawyer</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A little barefoot girl who in the noise</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of heavy footsteps in the old frame house,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And baritone importance of the lawyer,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Stood for a while unnoticed with her hands</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Shyly behind her.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent18">‘Well, and how is Mister—’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The lawyer was already in his satchel</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As if for papers that might bear the name</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He hadn’t at command. ‘You must excuse me,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I dropped in at the mill and was detained.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Looking round, I suppose,’ said Willis.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent40">‘Yes,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Well, yes.’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_121">[121]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent10">‘Hear anything that might prove useful?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The Broken One saw Anne. ‘Why, here is Anne.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What do you want, dear? Come, stand by the bed;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Tell me what is it?’ Anne just wagged her dress</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With both hands held behind her. ‘Guess,’ she said.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Oh, guess which hand? My, my! Once on a time</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I knew a lovely way to tell for certain</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By looking in the ears. But I forget it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Er, let me see. I think I’ll take the right.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That’s sure to be right even if it’s wrong.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Come, hold it out. Don’t change.—A Ram’s Horn orchid!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A Ram’s Horn! What would I have got, I wonder,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If I had chosen left. Hold out the left.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Another Ram’s Horn! Where did you find those,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Under what beech tree, on what woodchuck’s knoll?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Anne looked at the large lawyer at her side,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And thought she wouldn’t venture on so much.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Were there no others?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent22">‘There were four or five.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I knew you wouldn’t let me pick them all.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I wouldn’t—so I wouldn’t. You’re the girl!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You see Anne has her lesson learned by heart.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I wanted there should be some there next year.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Of course you did. You left the rest for seed,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And for the backwoods woodchuck. You’re the girl!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A Ram’s Horn orchid seedpod for a woodchuck</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_122">[122]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Sounds something like. Better than farmer’s beans</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To a discriminating appetite,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Though the Ram’s Horn is seldom to be had</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In bushel lots—doesn’t come on the market.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But, Anne, I’m troubled; have you told me all?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You’re hiding something. That’s as bad as lying.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You ask this lawyer man. And it’s not safe</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With a lawyer at hand to find you out.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Nothing is hidden from some people, Anne.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You don’t tell me that where you found a Ram’s Horn</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You didn’t find a Yellow Lady’s Slipper.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What did I tell you? What? I’d blush, I would.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Don’t you defend yourself. If it was there,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where is it now, the Yellow Lady’s Slipper?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Well, wait—it’s common—it’s too <em>common</em>.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent34">‘Common?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The Purple Lady’s Slipper’s commoner.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I didn’t bring a Purple Lady’s Slipper</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To <em>You</em>—to you I mean—they’re both too common.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The lawyer gave a laugh among his papers</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As if with some idea that she had scored.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I’ve broken Anne of gathering bouquets.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s not fair to the child. It can’t be helped though:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Pressed into service means pressed out of shape.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Somehow I’ll make it right with her—she’ll see.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She’s going to do my scouting in the field,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Over stone walls and all along a wood</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And by a river bank for water flowers,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The floating Heart, with small leaf like a heart,</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_123">[123]</span> <div class="verse indent0">And at the <em>sinus</em> under water a fist</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of little fingers all kept down but one,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And that thrust up to blossom in the sun</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As if to say, “You! You’re the Heart’s desire.”</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Anne has a way with flowers to take the place</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of that she’s lost: she goes down on one knee</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And lifts their faces by the chin to hers</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And says their names, and leaves them where they are.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The lawyer wore a watch the case of which</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Was cunningly devised to make a noise</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like a small pistol when he snapped it shut</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At such a time as this. He snapped it now.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Well, Anne, go, dearie. Our affair will wait.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The lawyer man is thinking of his train.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He wants to give me lots and lots of money</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Before he goes, because I hurt myself,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And it may take him I don’t know how long.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But put our flowers in water first. Will, help her:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The pitcher’s too full for her. There’s no cup?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Just hook them on the inside of the pitcher.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Now run.—Get out your documents! You see</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I have to keep on the good side of Anne.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’m a great boy to think of number one.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And you can’t blame me in the place I’m in.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Who will take care of my necessities</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Unless I do?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent14">‘A pretty interlude,’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The lawyer said. ‘I’m sorry, but my train—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Luckily terms are all agreed upon.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You only have to sign your name. Right—there.’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_124">[124]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You, Will, stop making faces. Come round here</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where you can’t make them. What is it you want?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ll put you out with Anne. Be good or go.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You don’t mean you will sign that thing unread?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Make yourself useful then, and read it for me.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Isn’t it something I have seen before?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You’ll find it is. Let your friend look at it.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Yes, but all that takes time, and I’m as much</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In haste to get it over with as you.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But read it, read it. That’s right, draw the curtain:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Half the time I don’t know what’s troubling me.—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What do you say, Will? Don’t you be a fool,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You, crumpling folkses legal documents.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Out with it if you’ve any real objection.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Five hundred dollars!’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent22">‘What would you think right?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘A thousand wouldn’t be a cent too much;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You know it, Mr. Lawyer. The sin is</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Accepting anything before he knows</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Whether he’s ever going to walk again.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It smells to me like a dishonest trick.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I think—I think—from what I heard to-day—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And saw myself—he would be ill-advised—’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘What did you hear, for instance?’ Willis said.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_125">[125]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Now the place where the accident occurred—’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The Broken One was twisted in his bed.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘This is between you two apparently.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where I come in is what I want to know.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You stand up to it like a pair of cocks.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Go outdoors if you want to fight. Spare me.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When you come back, I’ll have the papers signed.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Will pencil do? Then, please, your fountain pen.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One of you hold my head up from the pillow.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Willis flung off the bed. ‘I wash my hands—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’m no match—no, and don’t pretend to be—’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The lawyer gravely capped his fountain pen.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You’re doing the wise thing: you won’t regret it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We’re very sorry for you.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent28">Willis sneered:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Who’s <em>we</em>?—some stockholders in Boston?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ll go outdoors, by gad, and won’t come back.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Willis, bring Anne back with you when you come.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Yes. Thanks for caring. Don’t mind Will: he’s savage.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He thinks you ought to pay me for my flowers.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You don’t know what I mean about the flowers.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Don’t stop to try to now. You’ll miss your train.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Good-bye.’ He flung his arms around his face.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_126">[126]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Wood-Pile"> + <i>The Wood-Pile</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Out walking in the frozen swamp one grey day,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I paused and said, ‘I will turn back from here.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No, I will go on farther—and we shall see.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The hard snow held me, save where now and then</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One foot went through. The view was all in lines</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Straight up and down of tall slim trees</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Too much alike to mark or name a place by</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So as to say for certain I was here</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or somewhere else: I was just far from home.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A small bird flew before me. He was careful</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To put a tree between us when he lighted,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And say no word to tell me who he was</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Who was so foolish as to think what <em>he</em> thought.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He thought that I was after him for a feather—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The white one in his tail; like one who takes</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Everything said as personal to himself.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One flight out sideways would have undeceived him.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And then there was a pile of wood for which</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I forgot him and let his little fear</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Carry him off the way I might have gone,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Without so much as wishing him good-night.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He went behind it to make his last stand.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It was a cord of maple, cut and split</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And piled—and measured, four by four by eight.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And not another like it could I see.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No runner tracks in this year’s snow looped near it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And it was older sure than this year’s cutting,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or even last year’s or the year’s before.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The wood was grey and the bark warping off it</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the pile somewhat sunken. Clematis</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Had wound strings round and round it like a bundle.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_127">[127]</span> <div class="verse indent0">What held it though on one side was a tree</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Still growing, and on one a stake and prop,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">These latter about to fall. I thought that only</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Someone who lived in turning to fresh tasks</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Could so forget his handiwork on which</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He spent himself, the labour of his axe,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And leave it there far from a useful fireplace</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To warm the frozen swamp as best it could</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With the slow smokeless burning of decay.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_128">[128]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Good_Hours"> + <i>Good Hours</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I had for my winter evening walk—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No one at all with whom to talk,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But I had the cottages in a row</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Up to their shining eyes in snow.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And I thought I had the folk within:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I had the sound of a violin;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I had a glimpse through curtain laces</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of youthful forms and youthful faces.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I had such company outward bound.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I went till there were no cottages found.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I turned and repented, but coming back</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I saw no window but that was black.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Over the snow my creaking feet</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Disturbed the slumbering village street</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like profanation, by your leave,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At ten o’clock of a winter eve.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_129">[129]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="MOUNTAIN_INTERVAL"> + MOUNTAIN INTERVAL + </h2> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_130"></a><a id="Page_131"></a>[131]</span></p> + +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Road_Not_Taken"> + <i>The Road Not Taken</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And sorry I could not travel both</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And be one traveler, long I stood</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And looked down one as far as I could</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To where it bent in the undergrowth;</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Then took the other, as just as fair,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And having perhaps the better claim,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Because it was grassy and wanted wear;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Though as for that the passing there</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Had worn them really about the same,</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And both that morning equally lay</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In leaves no step had trodden black.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Oh, I kept the first for another day!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Yet knowing how way leads on to way,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I doubted if I should ever come back.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I shall be telling this with a sigh</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Somewhere ages and ages hence:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I took the one less traveled by,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And that has made all the difference.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_132">[132]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Christmas_Trees"> + <i>Christmas Trees</i> + </h3> +</div> + +<p class='sub-title'>A CHRISTMAS CIRCULAR LETTER</p> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The city had withdrawn into itself</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And left at last the country to the country;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When between whirls of snow not come to lie</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And whirls of foliage not yet laid, there drove</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A stranger to our yard, who looked the city,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Yet did in country fashion in that there</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He sat and waited till he drew us out</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A-buttoning coats to ask him who he was.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He proved to be the city come again</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To look for something it had left behind</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And could not do without and keep its Christmas.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He asked if I would sell my Christmas trees;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My woods—the young fir balsams like a place</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where houses all are churches and have spires.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I hadn’t thought of them as Christmas trees.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I doubt if I was tempted for a moment</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To sell them off their feet to go in cars</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And leave the slope behind the house all bare,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where the sun shines now no warmer than the moon.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’d hate to have them know it if I was.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Yet more I’d hate to hold my trees except</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As others hold theirs or refuse for them,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Beyond the time of profitable growth,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The trial by market everything must come to.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I dallied so much with the thought of selling.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then whether from mistaken courtesy</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And fear of seeming short of speech, or whether</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From hope of hearing good of what was mine,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I said, ‘There aren’t enough to be worth while.’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_133">[133]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I could soon tell how many they would cut,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You let me look them over.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent28">‘You could look.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But don’t expect I’m going to let you have them.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Pasture they spring in, some in clumps too close</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That lop each other of boughs, but not a few</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Quite solitary and having equal boughs</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All round and round. The latter he nodded ‘Yes’ to,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or paused to say beneath some lovelier one,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With a buyer’s moderation, ‘That would do.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I thought so too, but wasn’t there to say so.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We climbed the pasture on the south, crossed over,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And came down on the north.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent28">He said, ‘A thousand.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘A thousand Christmas trees!—at what apiece?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He felt some need of softening that to me:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘A thousand trees would come to thirty dollars.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Then I was certain I had never meant</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To let him have them. Never show surprise!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But thirty dollars seemed so small beside</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The extent of pasture I should strip, three cents</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(For that was all they figured out apiece),</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Three cents so small beside the dollar friends</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I should be writing to within the hour</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Would pay in cities for good trees like those,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Regular vestry-trees whole Sunday Schools</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Could hang enough on to pick off enough.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_134">[134]</span> <div class="verse indent0">A thousand Christmas trees I didn’t know I had!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Worth three cents more to give away than sell,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As may be shown by a simple calculation.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Too bad I couldn’t lay one in a letter.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I can’t help wishing I could send you one,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In wishing you herewith a Merry Christmas.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_135">[135]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="An_Old_Mans_Winter_Night"> + <i>An Old Man’s Winter Night</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">All out of doors looked darkly in at him</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What kept his eyes from giving back the gaze</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Was the lamp tilted near them in his hand.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What kept him from remembering the need</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That brought him to that creaking room was age.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He stood with barrels round him—at a loss.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And having scared the cellar under him</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In clomping there, he scared it once again</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In clomping off;—and scared the outer night,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Which has its sounds, familiar, like the roar</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of trees and crack of branches, common things,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But nothing so like beating on a box.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A light he was to no one but himself</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where now he sat, concerned with he knew what,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A quiet light, and then not even that.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He consigned to the moon, such as she was,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So late-arising, to the broken moon</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As better than the sun in any case</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For such a charge, his snow upon the roof,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">His icicles along the wall to keep;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And slept. The log that shifted with a jolt</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Once in the stove, disturbed him and he shifted,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And eased his heavy breathing, but still slept.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One aged man—one man—can’t fill a house,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A farm, a countryside, or if he can,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s thus he does it of a winter night.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_136">[136]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Exposed_Nest"> + <i>The Exposed Nest</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">You were forever finding some new play.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So when I saw you down on hands and knees</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In the meadow, busy with the new-cut hay,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Trying, I thought, to set it up on end,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I went to show you how to make it stay,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If that was your idea, against the breeze,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And, if you asked me, even help pretend</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To make it root again and grow afresh.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But ’twas no make-believe with you to-day,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Nor was the grass itself your real concern,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Though I found your hand full of wilted fern,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Steel-bright June-grass, and blackening heads of clover.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">’Twas a nest full of young birds on the ground</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The cutter-bar had just gone champing over</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(Miraculously without tasting flesh)</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And left defenseless to the heat and light.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You wanted to restore them to their right</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of something interposed between their sight</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And too much world at once—could means be found.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The way the nest-full every time we stirred</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Stood up to us as to a mother-bird</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Whose coming home has been too long deferred,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Made me ask would the mother-bird return</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And care for them in such a change of scene</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And might our meddling make her more afraid.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That was a thing we could not wait to learn.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We saw the risk we took in doing good,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But dared not spare to do the best we could</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Though harm should come of it; so built the screen</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You had begun, and gave them back their shade.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All this to prove we cared. Why is there then</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_137">[137]</span> <div class="verse indent0">No more to tell? We turned to other things.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I haven’t any memory—have you?—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of ever coming to the place again</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To see if the birds lived the first night through,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And so at last to learn to use their wings.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_138">[138]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="A_Patch_of_Old_Snow"> + <i>A Patch of Old Snow</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">There’s a patch of old snow in a corner</div> + <div class="verse indent2">That I should have guessed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Was a blow-away paper the rain</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Had brought to rest.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It is speckled with grime as if</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Small print overspread it,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The news of a day I’ve forgotten—</div> + <div class="verse indent2">If I ever read it.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_139">[139]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="In_the_Home_Stretch"> + <i>In the Home Stretch</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">She stood against the kitchen sink, and looked</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Over the sink out through a dusty window</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At weeds the water from the sink made tall.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She wore her cape; her hat was in her hand.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Behind her was confusion in the room,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of chairs turned upside down to sit like people</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In other chairs, and something, come to look,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For every room a house has—parlor, bed-room,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And dining-room—thrown pell-mell in the kitchen.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And now and then a smudged, infernal face</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Looked in a door behind her and addressed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Her back. She always answered without turning.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Where will I put this walnut bureau, lady?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Put it on top of something that’s on top</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of something else,’ she laughed. ‘Oh, put it where</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You can to-night, and go. It’s almost dark;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You must be getting started back to town.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Another blackened face thrust in and looked</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And smiled, and when she did not turn, spoke gently,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘What are you seeing out the window, <em>lady</em>?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Never was I beladied so before.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Would evidence of having been called lady</div> + <div class="verse indent0">More than so many times make me a lady</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In common law, I wonder.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent26">‘But I ask,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What are you seeing out the window, lady?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘What I’ll be seeing more of in the years</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To come as here I stand and go the round</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_140">[140]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Of many plates with towels many times.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘And what is that? You only put me off.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Rank weeds that love the water from the dish-pan</div> + <div class="verse indent0">More than some women like the dish-pan, Joe;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A little stretch of mowing-field for you;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not much of that until I come to woods</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That end all. And it’s scarce enough to call</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A view.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent8">‘And yet you think you like it, dear?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘That’s what you’re so concerned to know! You hope</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I like it. Bang goes something big away</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Off there upstairs. The very tread of men</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As great as those is shattering to the frame</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of such a little house. Once left alone,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You and I, dear, will go with softer steps</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Up and down stairs and through the rooms, and none</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But sudden winds that snatch them from our hands</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Will ever slam the doors.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent26">‘I think you see</div> + <div class="verse indent0">More than you like to own to out that window.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘No; for besides the things I tell you of,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I only see the years. They come and go</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In alternation with the weeds, the field,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The wood.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent10">‘What kind of years?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent32">‘Why, latter years—</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_141">[141]</span> + <div class="verse indent0">Different from early years.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent28">‘I see them, too.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You didn’t count them?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent24">‘No, the further off</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So ran together that I didn’t try to.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It can scarce be that they would be in number</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We’d care to know, for we are not young now.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And bang goes something else away off there.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It sounds as if it were the men went down,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And every crash meant one less to return</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To lighted city streets we, too, have known,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But now are giving up for country darkness.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Come from that window where you see too much,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And take a livelier view of things from here.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They’re going. Watch this husky swarming up</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Over the wheel into the sky-high seat,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Lighting his pipe now, squinting down his nose</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At the flame burning downward as he sucks it.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘See how it makes his nose-side bright, a proof</div> + <div class="verse indent0">How dark it’s getting. Can you tell what time</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It is by that? Or by the moon? The new moon!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What shoulder did I see her over? Neither.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A wire she is of silver, as new as we</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To everything. Her light won’t last us long.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s something, though, to know we’re going to have her</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Night after night and stronger every night</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To see us through our first two weeks. But, Joe,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The stove! Before they go! Knock on the window;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Ask them to help you get it on its feet.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We stand here dreaming. Hurry! Call them back!’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_142">[142]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘They’re not gone yet.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent24">‘We’ve got to have the stove,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Whatever else we want for. And a light.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Have we a piece of candle if the lamp</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And oil are buried out of reach?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent34">Again</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The house was full of tramping, and the dark,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Door-filling men burst in and seized the stove.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A cannon-mouth-like hole was in the wall,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To which they set it true by eye; and then</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Came up the jointed stovepipe in their hands,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So much too light and airy for their strength</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It almost seemed to come ballooning up,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Slipping from clumsy clutches toward the ceiling.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘A fit!’ said one, and banged a stovepipe shoulder.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘It’s good luck when you move in to begin</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With good luck with your stovepipe. Never mind,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s not so bad in the country, settled down,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When people’re getting on in life. You’ll like it.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Joe said: ‘You big boys ought to find a farm,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And make good farmers, and leave other fellows</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The city work to do. There’s not enough</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For everybody as it is in there.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘God!’ one said wildly, and, when no one spoke:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Say that to Jimmy here. He needs a farm.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But Jimmy only made his jaw recede</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Fool-like, and rolled his eyes as if to say</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He saw himself a farmer. Then there was a French boy</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Who said with seriousness that made them laugh,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Ma friend, you ain’t know what it is you’re ask.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He doffed his cap and held it with both hands</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Across his chest to make as ’twere a bow:</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_143">[143]</span> <div class="verse indent0">‘We’re giving you our chances on de farm.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And then they all turned to with deafening boots</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And put each other bodily out of the house.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Good-bye to them! We puzzle them. They think—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I don’t know what they think we see in what</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They leave us to: that pasture slope that seems</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The back some farm presents us; and your woods</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To northward from your window at the sink,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Waiting to steal a step on us whenever</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We drop our eyes or turn to other things,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As in the game “Ten-step” the children play.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Good boys they seemed, and let them love the city.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All they could say was “God!” when you proposed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Their coming out and making useful farmers.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Did they make something lonesome go through you?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It would take more than them to sicken you—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Us of our bargain. But they left us so</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As to our fate, like fools past reasoning with.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They almost shook <em>me</em>.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent24">‘It’s all so much</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What we have always wanted, I confess</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s seeming bad for a moment makes it seem</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Even worse still, and so on down, down, down.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s nothing; it’s their leaving us at dusk.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I never bore it well when people went.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The first night after guests have gone, the house</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Seems haunted or exposed. I always take</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A personal interest in the locking up</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At bedtime; but the strangeness soon wears off.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He fetched a dingy lantern from behind</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A door. ‘There’s that we didn’t lose! And these!’—</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_144">[144]</span> + <div class="verse indent0">Some matches he unpocketed. ‘For food—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The meals we’ve had no one can take from us.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I wish that everything on earth were just</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As certain as the meals we’ve had. I wish</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The meals we haven’t had were, anyway.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What have you you know where to lay your hands on?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘The bread we bought in passing at the store.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There’s butter somewhere, too.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent30">‘Let’s rend the bread.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ll light the fire for company for you;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You’ll not have any other company</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Till Ed begins to get out on a Sunday</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To look us over and give us his idea</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of what wants pruning, shingling, breaking up.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’ll know what he would do if he were we,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And all at once. He’ll plan for us and plan</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To help us, but he’ll take it out in planning.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Well, you can set the table with the loaf.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Let’s see you find your loaf. I’ll light the fire.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I like chairs occupying other chairs</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not offering a lady—’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent22">‘There again, Joe!</div> + <div class="verse indent0"><em>You’re tired.</em>’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent16">‘I’m drunk-nonsensical tired out;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Don’t mind a word I say. It’s a day’s work</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To empty one house of all household goods</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And fill another with ’em fifteen miles away,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Although you do no more than dump them down.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Dumped down in paradise we are and happy.’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_145">[145]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘It’s all so much what I have always wanted,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I can’t believe it’s what you wanted, too.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Shouldn’t you like to know?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent30">‘I’d like to know</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If it is what you wanted, then how much</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You wanted it for me.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent22">‘A troubled conscience!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You don’t want me to tell if <em>I</em> don’t know.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I don’t want to find out what can’t be known.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But who first said the word to come?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent38">‘My dear,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s who first thought the thought. You’re searching, Joe,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For things that don’t exist; I mean beginnings.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Ends and beginnings—there are no such things.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There are only middles.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent24">‘What is this?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent40">‘This life?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Our sitting here by lantern-light together</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Amid the wreckage of a former home?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You won’t deny the lantern isn’t new.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The stove is not, and you are not to me,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Nor I to you.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent14">‘Perhaps you never were?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘It would take me forever to recite</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All that’s not new in where we find ourselves.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_146">[146]</span> <div class="verse indent0">New is a word for fools in towns who think</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Style upon style in dress and thought at last</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Must get somewhere. I’ve heard you say as much.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No, this is no beginning.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent26">‘Then an end?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘End is a gloomy word.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent24">‘Is it too late</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To drag you out for just a good-night call</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On the old peach trees on the knoll to grope</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By starlight in the grass for a last peach</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The neighbors may not have taken as their right</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When the house wasn’t lived in? I’ve been looking:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I doubt if they have left us many grapes.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Before we set ourselves to right the house,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The first thing in the morning, out we go</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To go the round of apple, cherry, peach,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Pine, alder, pasture, mowing, well, and brook.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All of a farm it is.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent22">‘I know this much:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’m going to put you in your bed, if first</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I have to make you build it. Come, the light.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">When there was no more lantern in the kitchen,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The fire got out through crannies in the stove</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And danced in yellow wrigglers on the ceiling,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As much at home as if they’d always danced there.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_147">[147]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Telephone"> + <i>The Telephone</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘When I was just as far as I could walk</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From here to-day,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There was an hour</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All still</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When leaning with my head against a flower</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I heard you talk.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Don’t say I didn’t, for I heard you say—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You spoke from that flower on the window sill—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Do you remember what it was you said?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘First tell me what it was you thought you heard.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Having found the flower and driven a bee away,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I leaned my head,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And holding by the stalk,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I listened and I thought I caught the word—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What was it? Did you call me by my name?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or did you say—</div> + <div class="verse indent0"><em>Someone</em> said “Come”—I heard it as I bowed.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I may have thought as much, but not aloud.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Well, so I came.’</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_148">[148]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Meeting_and_Passing"> + <i>Meeting and Passing</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">As I went down the hill along the wall</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There was a gate I had leaned at for the view</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And had just turned from when I first saw you</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As you came up the hill. We met. But all</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We did that day was mingle great and small</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Footprints in summer dust as if we drew</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The figure of our being less than two</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But more than one as yet. Your parasol</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Pointed the decimal off with one deep thrust.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And all the time we talked you seemed to see</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Something down there to smile at in the dust</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(Oh, it was without prejudice to me!)</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Afterward I went past what you had passed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Before we met and you what I had passed.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_149">[149]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Hyla_Brook"> + <i>Hyla Brook</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">By June our brook’s run out of song and speed.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Sought for much after that, it will be found</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Either to have gone groping underground</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(And taken with it all the Hyla breed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That shouted in the mist a month ago,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like ghost of sleigh-bells in a ghost of snow)—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or flourished and come up in jewel-weed,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Weak foliage that is blown upon and bent</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Even against the way its waters went.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Its bed is left a faded paper sheet</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of dead leaves stuck together by the heat—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A brook to none but who remember long.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">This as it will be seen is other far</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Than with brooks taken otherwhere in song.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We love the things we love for what they are.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_150">[150]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Oven_Bird"> + <i>The Oven Bird</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">There is a singer everyone has heard,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He says that leaves are old and that for flowers</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Mid-summer is to spring as one to ten.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He says the early petal-fall is past</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When pear and cherry bloom went down in showers</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On sunny days a moment overcast;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And comes that other fall we name the fall.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He says the highway dust is over all.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The bird would cease and be as other birds</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But that he knows in singing not to sing.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The question that he frames in all but words</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Is what to make of a diminished thing.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_151">[151]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Bond_and_Free"> + <i>Bond and Free</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Love has earth to which she clings</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With hills and circling arms about—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Wall within wall to shut fear out.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But Thought has need of no such things,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For Thought has a pair of dauntless wings.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">On snow and sand and turf, I see</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where Love has left a printed trace</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With straining in the world’s embrace.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And such is Love and glad to be.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But Thought has shaken his ankles free.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Thought cleaves the interstellar gloom</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And sits in Sirius’ disc all night,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Till day makes him retrace his flight,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With smell of burning on every plume,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Back past the sun to an earthly room.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">His gains in heaven are what they are.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Yet some say Love by being thrall</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And simply staying possesses all</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In several beauty that Thought fares far</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To find fused in another star.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_152">[152]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Birches"> + <i>Birches</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">When I see birches bend to left and right</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Across the lines of straighter darker trees,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I like to think some boy’s been swinging them.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But swinging doesn’t bend them down to stay.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning</div> + <div class="verse indent0">After a rain. They click upon themselves</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Soon the sun’s warmth makes them shed crystal shells</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You’d think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So low for long, they never right themselves:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You may see their trunks arching in the woods</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But I was going to say when Truth broke in</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I should prefer to have some boy bend them</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As he went out and in to fetch the cows—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Some boy too far from town to learn baseball,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Whose only play was what he found himself,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Summer or winter, and could play alone.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One by one he subdued his father’s trees</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By riding them down over and over again</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Until he took the stiffness out of them,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And not one but hung limp, not one was left</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_153">[153]</span> <div class="verse indent0">For him to conquer. He learned all there was</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To learn about not launching out too soon</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And so not carrying the tree away</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To the top branches, climbing carefully</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With the same pains you use to fill a cup</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Up to the brim, and even above the brim.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Kicking his way down through the air to the ground.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So was I once myself a swinger of birches.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And so I dream of going back to be.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s when I’m weary of considerations,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And life is too much like a pathless wood</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Broken across it, and one eye is weeping</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From a twig’s having lashed across it open.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’d like to get away from earth awhile</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And then come back to it and begin over.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">May no fate willfully misunderstand me</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And half grant what I wish and snatch me away</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not to return. Earth’s the right place for love:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I don’t know where it’s likely to go better.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’d like to go by climbing a birch tree,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk</div> + <div class="verse indent0"><em>Toward</em> heaven, till the tree could bear no more,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But dipped its top and set me down again.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That would be good both going and coming back.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_154">[154]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Pea_Brush"> + <i>Pea Brush</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I walked down alone Sunday after church</div> + <div class="verse indent2">To the place where John has been cutting trees</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To see for myself about the birch</div> + <div class="verse indent2">He said I could have to bush my peas.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The sun in the new-cut narrow gap</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Was hot enough for the first of May,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And stifling hot with the odor of sap</div> + <div class="verse indent2">From stumps still bleeding their life away.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The frogs that were peeping a thousand shrill</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Wherever the ground was low and wet,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The minute they heard my step went still</div> + <div class="verse indent2">To watch me and see what I came to get.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Birch boughs enough piled everywhere!—</div> + <div class="verse indent2">All fresh and sound from the recent axe.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Time someone came with cart and pair</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And got them off the wild flowers’ backs.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">They might be good for garden things</div> + <div class="verse indent2">To curl a little finger round,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The same as you seize cat’s-cradle strings,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And lift themselves up off the ground.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Small good to anything growing wild,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">They were crooking many a trillium</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That had budded before the boughs were piled</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And since it was coming up had to come.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_155">[155]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Putting_in_the_Seed"> + <i>Putting in the Seed</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">You come to fetch me from my work to-night</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When supper’s on the table, and we’ll see</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If I can leave off burying the white</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Soft petals fallen from the apple tree</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;)</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And go along with you ere you lose sight</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of what you came for and become like me,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Slave to a springtime passion for the earth.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On through the watching for that early birth</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed,</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The sturdy seedling with arched body comes</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_156">[156]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="A_Time_to_Talk"> + <i>A Time to Talk</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">When a friend calls to me from the road</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And slows his horse to a meaning walk,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I don’t stand still and look around</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On all the hills I haven’t hoed,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And shout from where I am, ‘What is it?’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No, not as there is a time to talk.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Blade-end up and five feet tall,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And plod: I go up to the stone wall</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For a friendly visit.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_157">[157]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Cow_in_Apple_Time"> + <i>The Cow in Apple Time</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Something inspires the only cow of late</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To make no more of a wall than an open gate,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And think no more of wall-builders than fools.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Her face is flecked with pomace and she drools</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A cider syrup. Having tasted fruit,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She scorns a pasture withering to the root.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She runs from tree to tree where lie and sweeten</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The windfalls spiked with stubble and worm-eaten.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She leaves them bitten when she has to fly.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She bellows on a knoll against the sky.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Her udder shrivels and the milk goes dry.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_158">[158]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="An_Encounter"> + <i>An Encounter</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Once on the kind of day called ‘weather breeder,’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When the heat slowly hazes and the sun</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By its own power seems to be undone,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I was half boring through, half climbing through</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A swamp of cedar. Choked with oil of cedar</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And scurf of plants, and weary and over-heated,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And sorry I ever left the road I knew,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I paused and rested on a sort of hook</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That had me by the coat as good as seated,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And since there was no other way to look,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Looked up toward heaven, and there against the blue,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Stood over me a resurrected tree,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A tree that had been down and raised again—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A barkless spectre. He had halted too,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As if for fear of treading upon me.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I saw the strange position of his hands—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Up at his shoulders, dragging yellow strands</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of wire with something in it from men to men.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You here?’ I said. ‘Where aren’t you nowadays?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And what’s the news you carry—if you know?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And tell me where you’re off for—Montreal?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Me? I’m not off for anywhere at all.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Sometimes I wander out of beaten ways</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Half looking for the orchid Calypso.’</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_159">[159]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Range-Finding"> + <i>Range-Finding</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And cut a flower beside a ground bird’s nest</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Before it stained a single human breast.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The stricken flower bent double and so hung.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And still the bird revisited her young.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A butterfly its fall had dispossessed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A moment sought in air his flower of rest,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then lightly stooped to it and fluttering clung.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">On the bare upland pasture there had spread</div> + <div class="verse indent0">O’ernight ’twixt mullein stalks a wheel of thread</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And straining cables wet with silver dew.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A sudden passing bullet shook it dry.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The indwelling spider ran to greet the fly,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But finding nothing, sullenly withdrew.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_160">[160]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Hill_Wife"> + <i>The Hill Wife</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<h4 id="LONELINESS"> + LONELINESS +</h4> + +<p class='sub-sub-title'><i>Her Word</i></p> + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">One ought not to have to care</div> + <div class="verse indent2">So much as you and I</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Care when the birds come round the house</div> + <div class="verse indent2">To seem to say good-bye;</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Or care so much when they come back</div> + <div class="verse indent2">With whatever it is they sing;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The truth being we are as much</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Too glad for the one thing</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">As we are too sad for the other here—</div> + <div class="verse indent2">With birds that fill their breasts</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But with each other and themselves</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And their built or driven nests.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<h4 id="HOUSE_FEAR"> + HOUSE FEAR +</h4> + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Always—I tell you this they learned—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Always at night when they returned</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To the lonely house from far away</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To lamps unlighted and fire gone gray,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They learned to rattle the lock and key</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To give whatever might chance to be</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Warning and time to be off in flight:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And preferring the out- to the in-door night,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They learned to leave the house-door wide</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Until they had lit the lamp inside.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_161">[161]</span></p> + + +<h4 id="THE_SMILE"> + THE SMILE +</h4> + +<p class='sub-sub-title'><i>Her Word</i></p> + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I didn’t like the way he went away.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That smile! It never came of being gay.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Still he smiled—did you see him?—I was sure!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Perhaps because we gave him only bread</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the wretch knew from that that we were poor.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Perhaps because he let us give instead</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of seizing from us as he might have seized.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Perhaps he mocked at us for being wed,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or being very young (and he was pleased</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To have a vision of us old and dead).</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I wonder how far down the road he’s got.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’s watching from the woods as like as not.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<h4 id="THE_OFT-REPEATED_DREAM"> + THE OFT-REPEATED DREAM +</h4> + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">She had no saying dark enough</div> + <div class="verse indent2">For the dark pine that kept</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Forever trying the window-latch</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Of the room where they slept.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The tireless but ineffectual hands</div> + <div class="verse indent2">That with every futile pass</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Made the great tree seem as a little bird</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Before the mystery of glass!</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It never had been inside the room,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And only one of the two</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Was afraid in an oft-repeated dream</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Of what the tree might do.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_162">[162]</span></p> + + +<h4 id="THE_IMPULSE"> + THE IMPULSE +</h4> + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It was too lonely for her there,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And too wild,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And since there were but two of them,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And no child,</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And work was little in the house,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">She was free,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And followed where he furrowed field,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Or felled tree.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">She rested on a log and tossed</div> + <div class="verse indent2">The fresh chips,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With a song only to herself</div> + <div class="verse indent2">On her lips.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And once she went to break a bough</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Of black alder.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She strayed so far she scarcely heard</div> + <div class="verse indent2">When he called her—</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And didn’t answer—didn’t speak—</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Or return.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She stood, and then she ran and hid</div> + <div class="verse indent2">In the fern.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He never found her, though he looked</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Everywhere,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And he asked at her mother’s house</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Was she there.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Sudden and swift and light as that</div> + <div class="verse indent2">The ties gave,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And he learned of finalities</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Besides the grave.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_163">[163]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Bonfire"> + <i>The Bonfire</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Oh, let’s go up the hill and scare ourselves,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As reckless as the best of them to-night,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By setting fire to all the brush we piled</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With pitchy hands to wait for rain or snow.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Oh, let’s not wait for rain to make it safe.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The pile is ours: we dragged it bough on bough</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Down dark converging paths between the pines.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Let’s not care what we do with it to-night.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Divide it? No! But burn it as one pile</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The way we piled it. And let’s be the talk</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of people brought to windows by a light</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Thrown from somewhere against their wall-paper.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Rouse them all, both the free and not so free</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With saying what they’d like to do to us</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For what they’d better wait till we have done.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Let’s all but bring to life this old volcano,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If that is what the mountain ever was—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And scare ourselves. Let wild fire loose we will....’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘And scare you too?’ the children said together.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Why wouldn’t it scare me to have a fire</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Begin in smudge with ropy smoke and know</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That still, if I repent, I may recall it,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But in a moment not: a little spurt</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of burning fatness, and then nothing but</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The fire itself can put it out, and that</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By burning out, and before it burns out</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It will have roared first and mixed sparks with stars,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And sweeping round it with a flaming sword,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Made the dim trees stand back in wider circle—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Done so much and I know not how much more</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_164">[164]</span> <div class="verse indent0">I mean it shall not do if I can bind it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Well if it doesn’t with its draft bring on</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A wind to blow in earnest from some quarter,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As once it did with me upon an April.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The breezes were so spent with winter blowing</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They seemed to fail the bluebirds under them</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Short of the perch their languid flight was toward;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And my flame made a pinnacle to heaven</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As I walked once around it in possession.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But the wind out of doors—you know the saying.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There came a gust. You used to think the trees</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Made wind by fanning since you never knew</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It blow but that you saw the trees in motion.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Something or someone watching made that gust.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It put the flame tip-down and dabbed the grass</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of over-winter with the least tip-touch</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Your tongue gives salt or sugar in your hand.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The place it reached to blackened instantly.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The black was almost all there was by day-light,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That and the merest curl of cigarette smoke—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And a flame slender as the hepaticas,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Blood-root, and violets so soon to be now.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But the black spread like black death on the ground,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I think the sky darkened with a cloud</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like winter and evening coming on together.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There were enough things to be thought of then.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where the field stretches toward the north</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And setting sun to Hyla brook, I gave it</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To flames without twice thinking, where it verges</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Upon the road, to flames too, though in fear</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They might find fuel there, in withered brake,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Grass its full length, old silver golden-rod,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And alder and grape vine entanglement,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To leap the dusty deadline. For my own</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_165">[165]</span> <div class="verse indent0">I took what front there was beside. I knelt</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And thrust hands in and held my face away.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Fight such a fire by rubbing not by beating.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A board is the best weapon if you have it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I had my coat. And oh, I knew, I knew,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And said out loud, I couldn’t bide the smother</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And heat so close in; but the thought of all</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The woods and town on fire by me, and all</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The town turned out to fight for me—that held me.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I trusted the brook barrier, but feared</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The road would fail; and on that side the fire</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Died not without a noise of crackling wood—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of something more than tinder-grass and weed—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That brought me to my feet to hold it back</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By leaning back myself, as if the reins</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Were round my neck and I was at the plough.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I won! But I’m sure no one ever spread</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Another color over a tenth the space</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That I spread coal-black over in the time</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It took me. Neighbors coming home from town</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Couldn’t believe that so much black had come there</div> + <div class="verse indent0">While they had backs turned, that it hadn’t been there</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When they had passed an hour or so before</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Going the other way and they not seen it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They looked about for someone to have done it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But there was no one. I was somewhere wondering</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where all my weariness had gone and why</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I walked so light on air in heavy shoes</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In spite of a scorched Fourth-of-July feeling.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Why wouldn’t I be scared remembering that?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘If it scares you, what will it do to us?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Scare you. But if you shrink from being scared,</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_166">[166]</span> <div class="verse indent0">What would you say to war if it should come?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That’s what for reasons I should like to know—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If you can comfort me by any answer.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Oh, but war’s not for children—it’s for men.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Now we are digging almost down to China.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My dears, my dears, you thought that—we all thought it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So your mistake was ours. Haven’t you heard, though,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">About the ships where war has found them out</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At sea, about the towns where war has come</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Through opening clouds at night with droning speed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Further o’erhead than all but stars and angels,—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And children in the ships and in the towns?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Haven’t you heard what we have lived to learn?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Nothing so new—something we had forgotten:</div> + <div class="verse indent0"><em>War is for everyone, for children too.</em></div> + <div class="verse indent0">I wasn’t going to tell you and I mustn’t.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The best way is to come up hill with me</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And have our fire and laugh and be afraid.’</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_167">[167]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="A_Girls_Garden"> + <i>A Girl’s Garden</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">A neighbor of mine in the village</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Likes to tell how one spring</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When she was a girl on the farm, she did</div> + <div class="verse indent2">A childlike thing.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">One day she asked her father</div> + <div class="verse indent2">To give her a garden plot</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To plant and tend and reap herself,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And he said, ‘Why not?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">In casting about for a corner</div> + <div class="verse indent2">He thought of an idle bit</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of walled-off ground where a shop had stood,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And he said, ‘Just it.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And he said, ‘That ought to make you</div> + <div class="verse indent2">An ideal one-girl farm,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And give you a chance to put some strength</div> + <div class="verse indent2">On your slim-jim arm.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It was not enough of a garden,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Her father said, to plough;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So she had to work it all by hand,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">But she don’t mind now.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">She wheeled the dung in the wheelbarrow</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Along a stretch of road;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But she always ran away and left</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Her not-nice load,</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And hid from anyone passing.</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And then she begged the seed.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_168">[168]</span> <div class="verse indent0">She says she thinks she planted one</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Of all things but weed.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">A hill each of potatoes,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Radishes, lettuce, peas,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Tomatoes, beets, beans, pumpkins, corn,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And even fruit trees.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And yes, she has long mistrusted</div> + <div class="verse indent2">That a cider apple tree</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In bearing there to-day is hers,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Or at least may be.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Her crop was a miscellany</div> + <div class="verse indent2">When all was said and done,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A little bit of everything,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">A great deal of none.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0"><em>Now</em> when she sees in the village</div> + <div class="verse indent2">How village things go,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Just when it seems to come in right,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">She says, ‘<em>I</em> know!</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s as when I was a farmer—’</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Oh, never by way of advice!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And she never sins by telling the tale</div> + <div class="verse indent2">To the same person twice.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_169">[169]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Locked_Out"> + <i>Locked Out</i> + </h3> +</div> + +<p class='sub-title'>AS TOLD TO A CHILD</p> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">When we locked up the house at night,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We always locked the flowers outside</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And cut them off from window light.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The time I dreamed the door was tried</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And brushed with buttons upon sleeves,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The flowers were out there with the thieves.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Yet nobody molested them!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We did find one nasturtium</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Upon the steps with bitten stem.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I may have been to blame for that:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I always thought it must have been</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Some flower I played with as I sat</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At dusk to watch the moon down early.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_170">[170]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Last_Word_of_a_Bluebird"> + <i>The Last Word of a Bluebird</i> + </h3> +</div> + +<p class='sub-title'>AS TOLD TO A CHILD</p> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">As I went out a Crow</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In a low voice said ‘Oh,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I was looking for you.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">How do you do?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I just came to tell you</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To tell Lesley (will you?)</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That her little Bluebird</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Wanted me to bring word</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That the north wind last night</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That made the stars bright</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And made ice on the trough</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Almost made him cough</div> + <div class="verse indent0">His tail feathers off.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He just had to fly!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But he sent her Good-bye,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And said to be good,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And wear her red hood,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And look for skunk tracks</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In the snow with an axe—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And do everything!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And perhaps in the spring</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He would come back and sing.’</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_171">[171]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Out_Out"> + <i>‘Out, Out—’</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And from there those that lifted eyes could count</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Five mountain ranges one behind the other</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Under the sunset far into Vermont.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As it ran light, or had to bear a load.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And nothing happened: day was all but done.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Call it a day, I wish they might have said</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To please the boy by giving him the half hour</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That a boy counts so much when saved from work.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">His sister stood beside them in her apron</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To tell them ‘Supper.’ At the word, the saw,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As if to prove saws knew what supper meant,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Leaped out at the boy’s hand, or seemed to leap—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He must have given the hand. However it was,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Neither refused the meeting. But the hand!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The boy’s first outcry was a rueful laugh,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As he swung toward them holding up the hand</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Half in appeal, but half as if to keep</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The life from spilling. Then the boy saw all—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Since he was old enough to know, big boy</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Doing a man’s work, though a child at heart—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He saw all spoiled. ‘Don’t let him cut my hand off—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The doctor, when he comes. Don’t let him, sister!’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So. But the hand was gone already.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The doctor put him in the dark of ether.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He lay and puffed his lips out with his breath.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And then—the watcher at his pulse took fright.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No one believed. They listened at his heart.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_172">[172]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Little—less—nothing!—and that ended it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No more to build on there. And they, since they</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_173">[173]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Browns_Descent"> + <i>Brown’s Descent</i> + </h3> +</div> + +<p class='sub-title'>OR<br> + +THE WILLY-NILLY SLIDE</p> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Brown lived at such a lofty farm</div> + <div class="verse indent2">That everyone for miles could see</div> + <div class="verse indent0">His lantern when he did his chores</div> + <div class="verse indent2">In winter after half-past three.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And many must have seen him make</div> + <div class="verse indent2">His wild descent from there one night,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">’Cross lots, ’cross walls, ’cross everything,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Describing rings of lantern light.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Between the house and barn the gale</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Got him by something he had on</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And blew him out on the icy crust</div> + <div class="verse indent2">That cased the world, and he was gone!</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Walls were all buried, trees were few:</div> + <div class="verse indent2">He saw no stay unless he stove</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A hole in somewhere with his heel.</div> + <div class="verse indent2">But though repeatedly he strove</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And stamped and said things to himself,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And sometimes something seemed to yield,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He gained no foothold, but pursued</div> + <div class="verse indent2">His journey down from field to field.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Sometimes he came with arms outspread</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Like wings, revolving in the scene</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Upon his longer axis, and</div> + <div class="verse indent2">With no small dignity of mien.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_174">[174]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Faster or slower as he chanced,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Sitting or standing as he chose,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">According as he feared to risk</div> + <div class="verse indent2">His neck, or thought to spare his clothes,</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He never let the lantern drop.</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And some exclaimed who saw afar</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The figures he described with it,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">‘I wonder what those signals are</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Brown makes at such an hour of night!</div> + <div class="verse indent2">He’s celebrating something strange.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I wonder if he’s sold his farm,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Or been made Master of the Grange.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He reeled, he lurched, he bobbed, he checked;</div> + <div class="verse indent2">He fell and made the lantern rattle</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(But saved the light from going out.)</div> + <div class="verse indent2">So half-way down he fought the battle,</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Incredulous of his own bad luck.</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And then becoming reconciled</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To everything, he gave it up</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And came down like a coasting child.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Well—I—be—’ that was all he said,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">As standing in the river road,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He looked back up the slippery slope</div> + <div class="verse indent2">(Two miles it was) to his abode.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Sometimes as an authority</div> + <div class="verse indent2">On motor-cars, I’m asked if I</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Should say our stock was petered out,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And this is my sincere reply:</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_175">[175]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Yankees are what they always were.</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Don’t think Brown ever gave up hope</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of getting home again because</div> + <div class="verse indent2">He couldn’t climb that slippery slope;</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Or even thought of standing there</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Until the January thaw</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Should take the polish off the crust.</div> + <div class="verse indent2">He bowed with grace to natural law,</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And then went round it on his feet,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">After the manner of our stock;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not much concerned for those to whom,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">At that particular time o’clock,</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It must have looked as if the course</div> + <div class="verse indent2">He steered was really straight away</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From that which he was headed for—</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Not much concerned for them, I say;</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">No more so than became a man—</div> + <div class="verse indent2"><em>And</em> politician at odd seasons.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ve kept Brown standing in the cold</div> + <div class="verse indent2">While I invested him with reasons;</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">But now he snapped his eyes three times;</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Then shook his lantern, saying, ‘Ile’s</div> + <div class="verse indent0">’Bout out!’ and took the long way home</div> + <div class="verse indent2">By road, a matter of several miles.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_176">[176]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Gum-Gatherer"> + <i>The Gum-Gatherer</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">There overtook me and drew me in</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To his down-hill, early-morning stride,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And set me five miles on my road</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Better than if he had had me ride,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A man with a swinging bag for load</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And half the bag wound round his hand.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We talked like barking above the din</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of water we walked along beside.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And for my telling him where I’d been</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And where I lived in mountain land</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To be coming home the way I was,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He told me a little about himself.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He came from higher up in the pass</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where the grist of the new-beginning brooks</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Is blocks split off the mountain mass—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And hopeless grist enough it looks</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Ever to grind to soil for grass.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(The way it is will do for moss.)</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There he had built his stolen shack.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It had to be a stolen shack</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Because of the fears of fire and loss</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That trouble the sleep of lumber folk:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Visions of half the world burned black</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the sun shrunken yellow in smoke.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We know who when they come to town</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Bring berries under the wagon seat,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or a basket of eggs between their feet;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What this man brought in a cotton sack</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Was gum, the gum of the mountain spruce.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He showed me lumps of the scented stuff</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like uncut jewels, dull and rough.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_177">[177]</span> <div class="verse indent0">It comes to market golden brown;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But turns to pink between the teeth.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I told him this is a pleasant life</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To set your breast to the bark of trees</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That all your days are dim beneath,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And reaching up with a little knife,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To loose the resin and take it down</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And bring it to market when you please.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_178">[178]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Line-Gang"> + <i>The Line-Gang</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Here come the line-gang pioneering by.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They throw a forest down less cut than broken.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They plant dead trees for living, and the dead</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They string together with a living thread.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They string an instrument against the sky</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Wherein words whether beaten out or spoken</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Will run as hushed as when they were a thought.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But in no hush they string it: they go past</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With shouts afar to pull the cable taut,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To hold it hard until they make it fast,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To ease away—they have it. With a laugh,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">An oath of towns that set the wild at naught</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They bring the telephone and telegraph.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_179">[179]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Vanishing_Red"> + <i>The Vanishing Red</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He is said to have been the last Red Man</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In Acton. And the Miller is said to have laughed—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If you like to call such a sound a laugh.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But he gave no one else a laugher’s license.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For he turned suddenly grave as if to say,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Whose business,—if I take it on myself,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Whose business—but why talk round the barn?—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When it’s just that I hold with getting a thing done with.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You can’t get back and see it as he saw it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s too long a story to go into now.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You’d have to have been there and lived it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then you wouldn’t have looked on it as just a matter</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of who began it between the two races.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Some guttural exclamation of surprise</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The Red Man gave in poking about the mill</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Over the great big thumping shuffling mill-stone</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Disgusted the Miller physically as coming</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From one who had no right to be heard from.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Come, John,’ he said, ‘you want to see the wheel pit?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He took him down below a cramping rafter,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And showed him, through a manhole in the floor,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The water in desperate straits like frantic fish,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Salmon and sturgeon, lashing with their tails.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then he shut down the trap door with a ring in it</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That jangled even above the general noise,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And came up stairs alone—and gave that laugh,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And said something to a man with a meal-sack</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That the man with the meal-sack didn’t catch—then.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Oh, yes, he showed John the wheel pit all right.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_180">[180]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Snow"> + <i>Snow</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The three stood listening to a fresh access</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of wind that caught against the house a moment,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Gulped snow, and then blew free again—the Coles</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Dressed, but dishevelled from some hours of sleep,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Meserve belittled in the great skin coat he wore.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Meserve was first to speak. He pointed backward</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Over his shoulder with his pipe-stem, saying,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You can just see it glancing off the roof</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Making a great scroll upward toward the sky,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Long enough for recording all our names on.—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I think I’ll just call up my wife and tell her</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’m here—so far—and starting on again.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ll call her softly so that if she’s wise</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And gone to sleep, she needn’t wake to answer.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Three times he barely stirred the bell, then listened.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Why, Lett, still up? Lett, I’m at Cole’s. I’m late.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I called you up to say Good-night from here</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Before I went to say Good-morning there.—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I thought I would.—I know, but, Lett—I know—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I could, but what’s the sense? The rest won’t be</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So bad.—Give me an hour for it.—Ho, ho,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Three hours to here! But that was all up hill;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The rest is down.—Why no, no, not a wallow:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They kept their heads and took their time to it</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like darlings, both of them. They’re in the barn.—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My dear, I’m coming just the same. I didn’t</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Call you to ask you to invite me home.—’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He lingered for some word she wouldn’t say,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Said it at last himself, ‘Good-night,’ and then</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Getting no answer, closed the telephone.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The three stood in the lamplight round the table</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_181">[181]</span> <div class="verse indent0">With lowered eyes a moment till he said,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I’ll just see how the horses are.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent36">‘Yes, do,’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Both the Coles said together. Mrs. Cole</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Added: ‘You can judge better after seeing.—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I want you here with me, Fred. Leave him here,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Brother Meserve. You know to find your way</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Out through the shed.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent22">‘I guess I know my way,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I guess I know where I can find my name</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Carved in the shed to tell me who I am</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If it don’t tell me where I am. I used</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To play—’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent10">‘You tend your horses and come back.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Fred Cole, you’re going to let him!’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent36">‘Well, aren’t you?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">How can you help yourself?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent28">‘I called him Brother.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Why did I call him that?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent26">‘It’s right enough.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That’s all you ever heard him called round here.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He seems to have lost off his Christian name.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Christian enough I should call that myself.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He took no notice, did he? Well, at least</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I didn’t use it out of love of him,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The dear knows. I detest the thought of him</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With his ten children under ten years old.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_182">[182]</span> <div class="verse indent0">I hate his wretched little Racker Sect,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All’s ever I heard of it, which isn’t much.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But that’s not saying—Look, Fred Cole, it’s twelve,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Isn’t it, now? He’s been here half an hour.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He says he left the village store at nine.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Three hours to do four miles—a mile an hour</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or not much better. Why, it doesn’t seem</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As if a man could move that slow and move.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Try to think what he did with all that time.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And three miles more to go!’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent29">‘Don’t let him go.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Stick to him, Helen. Make him answer you.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That sort of man talks straight on all his life</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From the last thing he said himself, stone deaf</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To anything anyone else may say.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I should have thought, though, you could make him hear you.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘What is he doing out a night like this?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Why can’t he stay at home?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent28">‘He had to preach.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘It’s no night to be out.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent27">‘He may be small,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He may be good, but one thing’s sure, he’s tough.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘And strong of stale tobacco.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent31">‘He’ll pull through.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You only say so. Not another house</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or shelter to put into from this place</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_183">[183]</span> <div class="verse indent0">To theirs. I’m going to call his wife again.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Wait and he may. Let’s see what he will do.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Let’s see if he will think of her again.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But then I doubt he’s thinking of himself.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He doesn’t look on it as anything.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘He shan’t go—there!’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent23">‘It <em>is</em> a night, my dear.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘One thing: he didn’t drag God into it.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘He don’t consider it a case for God.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You think so, do you? You don’t know the kind.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’s getting up a miracle this minute.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Privately—to himself, right now, he’s thinking</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’ll make a case of it if he succeeds,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But keep still if he fails.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent29">‘Keep still all over.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’ll be dead—dead and buried.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent33">‘Such a trouble!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not but I’ve every reason not to care</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What happens to him if it only takes</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Some of the sanctimonious conceit</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Out of one of those pious scalawags.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Nonsense to that! You want to see him safe.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You like the runt.’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_184">[184]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent21">‘Don’t you a little?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent43">‘Well,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I don’t like what he’s doing, which is what</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You like, and like him for.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent29">‘Oh, yes you do.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You like your fun as well as anyone;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Only you women have to put these airs on</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To impress men. You’ve got us so ashamed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of being men we can’t look at a good fight</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Between two boys and not feel bound to stop it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Let the man freeze an ear or two, I say.—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’s here. I leave him all to you. Go in</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And save his life.—All right, come in, Meserve.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Sit down, sit down. How did you find the horses?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Fine, fine.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent14">‘And ready for some more? My wife here</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Says it won’t do. You’ve got to give it up.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Won’t you to please me? Please! If I say please?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Mr. Meserve, I’ll leave it to <em>your</em> wife.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What <em>did</em> your wife say on the telephone?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Meserve seemed to heed nothing but the lamp</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or something not far from it on the table.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By straightening out and lifting a forefinger,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He pointed with his hand from where it lay</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like a white crumpled spider on his knee:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘That leaf there in your open book! It moved</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Just then, I thought. It’s stood erect like that,</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_185">[185]</span> <div class="verse indent0">There on the table, ever since I came,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Trying to turn itself backward or forward,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ve had my eye on it to make out which;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If forward, then it’s with a friend’s impatience—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You see I know—to get you on to things</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It wants to see how you will take, if backward</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s from regret for something you have passed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And failed to see the good of. Never mind,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Things must expect to come in front of us</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A many times—I don’t say just how many—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That varies with the things—before we see them.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One of the lies would make it out that nothing</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Ever presents itself before us twice.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where would we be at last if that were so?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Our very life depends on everything’s</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Recurring till we answer from within.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The thousandth time may prove the charm.—That leaf!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It can’t turn either way. It needs the wind’s help.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But the wind didn’t move it if it moved.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It moved itself. The wind’s at naught in here.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It couldn’t stir so sensitively poised</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A thing as that. It couldn’t reach the lamp</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To get a puff of black smoke from the flame,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or blow a rumple in the collie’s coat.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You make a little foursquare block of air,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Quiet and light and warm, in spite of all</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The illimitable dark and cold and storm,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And by so doing give these three, lamp, dog,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And book-leaf, that keep near you, their repose;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Though for all anyone can tell, repose</div> + <div class="verse indent0">May be the thing you haven’t, yet you give it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So false it is that what we haven’t we can’t give;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So false, that what we always say is true.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_186">[186]</span> <div class="verse indent0">I’ll have to turn the leaf if no one else will.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It won’t lie down. Then let it stand. Who cares?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I shouldn’t want to hurry you, Meserve,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But if you’re going—Say you’ll stay, you know.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But let me raise this curtain on a scene,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And show you how it’s piling up against you.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You see the snow-white through the white of frost?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Ask Helen how far up the sash it’s climbed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Since last we read the gage.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent30">‘It looks as if</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Some pallid thing had squashed its features flat</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And its eyes shut with overeagerness</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To see what people found so interesting</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In one another, and had gone to sleep</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of its own stupid lack of understanding,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or broken its white neck of mushroom stuff</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Short off, and died against the window-pane.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Brother Meserve, take care, you’ll scare yourself</div> + <div class="verse indent0">More than you will us with such nightmare talk.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s you it matters to, because it’s you</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Who have to go out into it alone.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Let him talk, Helen, and perhaps he’ll stay.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Before you drop the curtain—I’m reminded:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You recollect the boy who came out here</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To breathe the air one winter—had a room</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Down at the Averys’? Well, one sunny morning</div> + <div class="verse indent0">After a downy storm, he passed our place</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And found me banking up the house with snow.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I was burrowing in deep for warmth,</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_187">[187]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Piling it well above the window-sills.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The snow against the window caught his eye.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">“Hey, that’s a pretty thought”—those were his words.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">“So you can think it’s six feet deep outside,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">While you sit warm and read up balanced rations.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You can’t get too much winter in the winter.”</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Those were his words. And he went home and all</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But banked the daylight out of Avery’s windows.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Now you and I would go to no such length.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At the same time you can’t deny it makes</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It not a mite worse, sitting here, we three,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Playing our fancy, to have the snowline run</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So high across the pane outside. There where</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There is a sort of tunnel in the frost</div> + <div class="verse indent0">More like a tunnel than a hole—way down</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At the far end of it you see a stir</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And quiver like the frayed edge of the drift</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Blown in the wind. I <em>like</em> that—I like <em>that</em>.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Well, now I leave you, people.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent32">‘Come, Meserve,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We thought you were deciding not to go—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The ways you found to say the praise of comfort</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And being where you are. You want to stay.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I’ll own it’s cold for such a fall of snow.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">This house is frozen brittle, all except</div> + <div class="verse indent0">This room you sit in. If you think the wind</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Sounds further off, it’s not because it’s dying;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You’re further under in the snow—that’s all—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And feel it less. Hear the soft bombs of dust</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It bursts against us at the chimney mouth,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And at the eaves. I like it from inside</div> + <div class="verse indent0">More than I shall out in it. But the horses</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_188">[188]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Are rested and it’s time to say good-night,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And let you get to bed again. Good-night,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Sorry I had to break in on your sleep.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Lucky for you you did. Lucky for you</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You had us for a half-way station</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To stop at. If you were the kind of man</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Paid heed to women, you’d take my advice</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And for your family’s sake stay where you are.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But what good is my saying it over and over?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You’ve done more than you had a right to think</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You could do—<em>now</em>. You know the risk you take</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In going on.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent14">‘Our snow-storms as a rule</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Aren’t looked on as man-killers, and although</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’d rather be the beast that sleeps the sleep</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Under it all, his door sealed up and lost,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Than the man fighting it to keep above it,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Yet think of the small birds at roost and not</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In nests. Shall I be counted less than they are?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Their bulk in water would be frozen rock</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In no time out to-night. And yet to-morrow</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They will come budding boughs from tree to tree</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Flirting their wings and saying Chickadee,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As if not knowing what you meant by the word storm.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘But why when no one wants you to go on?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Your wife—she doesn’t want you to. We don’t,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And you yourself don’t want to. Who else is there?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Save us from being cornered by a woman.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Well, there’s’—She told Fred afterward that in</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The pause right there, she thought the dreaded word</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_189">[189]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Was coming, ‘God.’ But no, he only said</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Well, there’s—the storm. That says I must go on.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That wants me as a war might if it came.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Ask any man.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent14">He threw her that as something</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To last her till he got outside the door.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He had Cole with him to the barn to see him off.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When Cole returned he found his wife still standing</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Beside the table near the open book,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not reading it.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent16">‘Well, what kind of a man</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Do you call that?’ she said.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent29">‘He had the gift</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of words, or is it tongues, I ought to say?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Was ever such a man for seeing likeness?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Or disregarding people’s civil questions—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What? We’ve found out in one hour more about him</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Than we had seeing him pass by in the road</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A thousand times. If that’s the way he preaches!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You didn’t think you’d keep him after all.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Oh, I’m not blaming you. He didn’t leave you</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Much say in the matter, and I’m just as glad</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We’re not in for a night of him. No sleep</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If he had stayed. The least thing set him going.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s quiet as an empty church without him.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘But how much better off are we as it is?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We’ll have to sit here till we know he’s safe.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Yes, I suppose you’ll want to, but I shouldn’t.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_190">[190]</span> <div class="verse indent0">He knows what he can do, or he wouldn’t try.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Get into bed I say, and get some rest.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He won’t come back, and if he telephones,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It won’t be for an hour or two.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent32">‘Well then.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We can’t be any help by sitting here</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And living his fight through with him, I suppose.’</div> + </div> +<hr class="tb"> + + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Cole had been telephoning in the dark.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Mrs. Cole’s voice came from an inner room:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Did she call you or you call her?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent36">‘She me.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You’d better dress: you won’t go back to bed.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We must have been asleep: it’s three and after.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Had she been ringing long? I’ll get my wrapper.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I want to speak to her.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent24">‘All she said was,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He hadn’t come and had he really started.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘She knew he had, poor thing, two hours ago.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘He had the shovel. He’ll have made a fight.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Why did I ever let him leave this house!’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Don’t begin that. You did the best you could</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To keep him—though perhaps you didn’t quite</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Conceal a wish to see him show the spunk</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To disobey you. Much his wife’ll thank you.’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_191">[191]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Fred, after all I said! You shan’t make out</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That it was any way but what it was.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Did she let on by any word she said</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She didn’t thank me?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent22">‘When I told her “Gone,”</div> + <div class="verse indent0">“Well then,” she said, and “Well then”—like a threat.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And then her voice came scraping slow: “Oh, you,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Why did you let him go?” ’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent26">‘Asked why we let him?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You let me there. I’ll ask her why she let him.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She didn’t dare to speak when he was here.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Their number’s—twenty-one? The thing won’t work.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Someone’s receiver’s down. The handle stumbles.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The stubborn thing, the way it jars your arm!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s theirs. She’s dropped it from her hand and gone.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Try speaking. Say “Hello!” ’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent30">‘Hello. Hello.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘What do you hear?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent20">‘I hear an empty room—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You know—it sounds that way. And yes, I hear—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I think I hear a clock—and windows rattling.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No step though. If she’s there she’s sitting down.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Shout, she may hear you.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent28">‘Shouting is no good.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Keep speaking then.’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_192">[192]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent22">‘Hello. Hello. Hello.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You don’t suppose—? She wouldn’t go out doors?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I’m half afraid that’s just what she might do.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘And leave the children?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent26">‘Wait and call again.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You can’t hear whether she has left the door</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Wide open and the wind’s blown out the lamp</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the fire’s died and the room’s dark and cold?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘One of two things, either she’s gone to bed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or gone out doors.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent18">‘In which case both are lost.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Do you know what she’s like? Have you ever met her?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s strange she doesn’t want to speak to us.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent6">‘Fred, see if you can hear what I hear. Come.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘A clock maybe.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent16">‘Don’t you hear something else?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Not talking.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent16">‘No.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent22">‘Why, yes, I hear—what is it?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘What do you say it is?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent24">‘A baby’s crying!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Frantic it sounds, though muffled and far off.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_193">[193]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Its mother wouldn’t let it cry like that,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not if she’s there.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent20">‘What do you make of it?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘There’s only one thing possible to make,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That is, assuming—that she has gone out.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of course she hasn’t though.’ They both sat down</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Helpless. ‘There’s nothing we can do till morning.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Fred, I shan’t let you think of going out.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Hold on.’ The double bell began to chirp.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They started up. Fred took the telephone.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Hello, Meserve. You’re there, then!—And your wife?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Good! Why I asked—she didn’t seem to answer.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He says she went to let him in the barn.—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We’re glad. Oh, say no more about it, man.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Drop in and see us when you’re passing.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent40">‘Well,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She has him then, though what she wants him for</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I <em>don’t</em> see.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent14">‘Possibly not for herself.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Maybe she only wants him for the children.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘The whole to-do seems to have been for nothing.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What spoiled our night was to him just his fun.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What did he come in for?—To talk and visit?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Thought he’d just call to tell us it was snowing.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If he thinks he is going to make our house</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A half-way coffee house ’twixt town and nowhere—’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_194">[194]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I thought you’d feel you’d been too much concerned.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You think you haven’t been concerned yourself.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘If you mean he was inconsiderate</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To rout us out to think for him at midnight</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And then take our advice no more than nothing,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Why, I agree with you. But let’s forgive him.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We’ve had a share in one night of his life.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What’ll you bet he ever calls again?’</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_195">[195]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Sound_of_the_Trees"> + <i>The Sound of the Trees</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I wonder about the trees.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Why do we wish to bear</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Forever the noise of these</div> + <div class="verse indent0">More than another noise</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So close to our dwelling place?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We suffer them by the day</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Till we lose all measure of pace,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And fixity in our joys,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And acquire a listening air.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They are that that talks of going</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But never gets away;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And that talks no less for knowing,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As it grows wiser and older,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That now it means to stay.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My feet tug at the floor</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And my head sways to my shoulder</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Sometimes when I watch trees sway,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From the window or the door.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I shall set forth for somewhere,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I shall make the reckless choice</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Some day when they are in voice</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And tossing so as to scare</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The white clouds over them on.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I shall have less to say,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But I shall be gone.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_196"></a><a id="Page_197"></a>[197]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="NEW_HAMPSHIRE"> + NEW HAMPSHIRE + </h2> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_198"></a><a id="Page_199"></a>[199]</span></p> + +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + <h3 class="nobreak" id="New_Hampshire"> + <i>New Hampshire</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I met a lady from the South who said</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(You won’t believe she said it, but she said it):</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘None of my family ever worked, or had</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A thing to sell.’ I don’t suppose the work</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Much matters. You may work for all of me.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ve seen the time I’ve had to work myself.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The having anything to sell is what</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Is the disgrace in man or state or nation.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I met a traveller from Arkansas</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Who boasted of his state as beautiful</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For diamonds and apples. ‘Diamonds</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And apples in commercial quantities?’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I asked him, on my guard. ‘Oh yes,’ he answered,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Off his. The time was evening in the Pullman.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I see the porter’s made your bed,’ I told him.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I met a Californian who would</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Talk California—a state so blessed,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He said, in climate, none had ever died there</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A natural death, and Vigilance Committees</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Had had to organize to stock the graveyards</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And vindicate the state’s humanity.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Just the way Steffanson runs on,’ I murmured,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘About the British Arctic. That’s what comes</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of being in the market with a climate.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I met a poet from another state,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A zealot full of fluid inspiration,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Who in the name of fluid inspiration,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But in the best style of bad salesmanship,</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_200">[200]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Angrily tried to make me write a protest</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(In verse I think) against the Volstead Act.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He didn’t even offer me a drink</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Until I asked for one to steady <em>him</em>.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">This is called having an idea to sell.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It never could have happened in New Hampshire.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The only person really soiled with trade</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I ever stumbled on in old New Hampshire</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Was someone who had just come back ashamed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From selling things in California.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’d built a noble mansard roof with balls</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On turrets like Constantinople, deep</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In woods some ten miles from a railroad station,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As if to put forever out of mind</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The hope of being, as we say, received.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I found him standing at the close of day</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Inside the threshold of his open barn,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like a lone actor on a gloomy stage—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And recognized him through the iron grey</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In which his face was muffled to the eyes</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As an old boyhood friend, and once indeed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A drover with me on the road to Brighton.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">His farm was ‘grounds,’ and not a farm at all;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">His house among the local sheds and shanties</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Rose like a factor’s at a trading station.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And he was rich, and I was still a rascal.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I couldn’t keep from asking impolitely,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where had he been and what had he been doing?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">How did he get so? (Rich was understood.)</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In dealing in ‘old rags’ in San Francisco.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Oh it was terrible as well could be.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We both of us turned over in our graves.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_201">[201]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Just specimens is all New Hampshire has,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One each of everything as in a show-case</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Which naturally she doesn’t care to sell.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">She had one President (pronounce him Purse,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And make the most of it for better or worse.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’s your one chance to score against the state).</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She had one Daniel Webster. He was all</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The Daniel Webster ever was or shall be.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She had the Dartmouth needed to produce him.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I call her old. She has one family</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Whose claim is good to being settled here</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Before the era of colonization,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And before that of exploration even.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">John Smith remarked them as he coasted by</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Dangling their legs and fishing off a wharf</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At the Isles of Shoals, and satisfied himself</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They weren’t Red Indians, but veritable</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Pre-primitives of the white race, dawn people,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like those who furnished Adam’s sons with wives;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">However uninnocent they may have been</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In being there so early in our history.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They’d been there then a hundred years or more.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Pity he didn’t ask what they were up to</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At that date with a wharf already built,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And take their name. They’ve since told me their name—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Today an honored one in Nottingham.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As for what they were up to more than fishing—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Suppose they weren’t behaving Puritanly,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The hour had not yet struck for being good,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Mankind had not yet gone on the Sabbatical.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It became an explorer of the deep</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not to explore too deep in others’ business.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_202">[202]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Did you but know of him, New Hampshire has</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One real reformer who would change the world</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So it would be accepted by two classes,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Artists the minute they set up as artists,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Before, that is, they are themselves accepted,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And boys the minute they get out of college.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I can’t help thinking those are tests to go by.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And she has one I don’t know what to call him,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Who comes from Philadelphia every year</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With a great flock of chickens of rare breeds</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He wants to give the educational</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Advantages of growing almost wild</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Under the watchful eye of hawk and eagle—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Dorkings because they’re spoken of by Chaucer,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Sussex because they’re spoken of by Herrick.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">She has a touch of gold. New Hampshire gold—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You may have heard of it. I had a farm</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Offered me not long since up Berlin way</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With a mine on it that was worked for gold;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But not gold in commercial quantities.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Just enough gold to make the engagement rings</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And marriage rings of those who owned the farm.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What gold more innocent could one have asked for?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One of my children ranging after rocks</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Lately brought home from Andover or Canaan</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A specimen of beryl with a trace</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of radium. I know with radium</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The trace would have to be the merest trace</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To be below the threshold of commercial;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But trust New Hampshire not to have enough</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of radium or anything to sell.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_203">[203]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">A specimen of everything, I said.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She has one witch—old style. She lives in Colebrook.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(The only other witch I ever met</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Was lately at a cut-glass dinner in Boston.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There were four candles and four people present.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The witch was young, and beautiful (new style),</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And open-minded. She was free to question</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Her gift for reading letters locked in boxes.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Why was it so much greater when the boxes</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Were metal than it was when they were wooden?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It made the world seem so mysterious.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The S’ciety for Psychical Research</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Was cognizant. Her husband was worth millions.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I think he owned some shares in Harvard College.)</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">New Hampshire <em>used</em> to have at Salem</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A company we called the White Corpuscles,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Whose duty was at any hour of night</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To rush in sheets and fools’ caps where they smelled</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A thing the least bit doubtfully perscented</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And give someone the Skipper Ireson’s Ride.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">One each of everything as in a show-case.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">More than enough land for a specimen</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You’ll say she has, but there there enters in</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Something else to protect her from herself.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There quality makes up for quantity.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not even New Hampshire farms are much for sale.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The farm I made my home on in the mountains</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I had to take by force rather than buy.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I caught the owner outdoors by himself</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Raking up after winter, and I said,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I’m going to put you off this farm: I want it.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Where are you going to put me? In the road?’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_204">[204]</span> <div class="verse indent0">‘I’m going to put you on the farm next to it.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Why won’t the farm next to it do for you?’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I like this better.’ It was really better.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Apples? New Hampshire has them, but unsprayed,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With no suspicion in stem-end or blossom-end</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of vitriol or arsenate of lead,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And so not good for anything but cider.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Her unpruned grapes are flung like lariats</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Far up the birches out of reach of man.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">A state producing precious metals, stones,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And—writing; none of these except perhaps</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The precious literature in quantity</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or quality to worry the producer</div> + <div class="verse indent0">About disposing of it. Do you know,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Considering the market, there are more</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Poems produced than any other thing?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No wonder poets sometimes have to <em>seem</em></div> + <div class="verse indent0">So much more business-like than business men.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Their wares are so much harder to get rid of.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">She’s one of the two best states in the Union.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Vermont’s the other. And the two have been</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Yoke-fellows in the sap-yoke from of old</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In many Marches. And they lie like wedges,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Thick end to thin end and thin end to thick end,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And are a figure of the way the strong</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of mind and strong of arm should fit together,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One thick where one is thin and vice versa.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">New Hampshire raises the Connecticut</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In a trout hatchery near Canada,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But soon divides the river with Vermont.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_205">[205]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Both are delightful states for their absurdly</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Small towns—Lost Nation, Bungey, Muddy Boo,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Poplin, Still Corners (so called not because</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The place is silent all day long, nor yet</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Because it boasts a whisky still—because</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It set out once to be a city and still</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Is only corners, cross-roads in a wood).</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I remember one whose name appeared</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Between the pictures on a movie screen</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Election night once in Franconia,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When everything had gone Republican</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And Democrats were sore in need of comfort:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Easton goes Democratic, Wilson 4</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Hughes 2. And everybody to the saddest</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Laughed the loud laugh, the big laugh at the little.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">New York (five million) laughs at Manchester,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Manchester (sixty or seventy thousand) laughs</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At Littleton (four thousand), Littleton</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Laughs at Franconia (seven hundred), and</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Franconia laughs, I fear,—did laugh that night—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At Easton. What has Easton left to laugh at,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And like the actress exclaim, ‘Oh my God’ at?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There’s Bungey; and for Bungey there are towns,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Whole townships named but without population.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Anything I can say about New Hampshire</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Will serve almost as well about Vermont,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Excepting that they differ in their mountains.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The Vermont mountains stretch extended straight;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">New Hampshire mountains curl up in a coil.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I had been coming to New Hampshire mountains.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And here I am and what am I to say?</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_206">[206]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Here first my theme becomes embarrassing.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Emerson said, ‘The God who made New Hampshire</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Taunted the lofty land with little men.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Another Massachusetts poet said,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I go no more to summer in New Hampshire.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ve given up my summer place in Dublin.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But when I asked to know what ailed New Hampshire,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She said she couldn’t stand the people in it,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The little men (it’s Massachusetts speaking).</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And when I asked to know what ailed the people,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She said, ‘Go read your own books and find out.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I may as well confess myself the author</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of several books against the world in general.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To take them as against a special state</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or even nation’s to restrict my meaning.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’m what is called a sensibilitist,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or otherwise an environmentalist.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I refuse to adapt myself a mite</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To any change from hot to cold, from wet</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To dry, from poor to rich, or back again.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I make a virtue of my suffering</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From nearly everything that goes on round me.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In other words, I know wherever I am,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Being the creature of literature I am,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I shall not lack for pain to keep me awake.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Kit Marlowe taught me how to say my prayers:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Why, this is Hell, nor am I out of it.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Samoa, Russia, Ireland I complain of,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No less than England, France and Italy.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Because I wrote my novels in New Hampshire</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Is no proof that I aimed them at New Hampshire.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">When I left Massachusetts years ago</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_207">[207]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Between two days, the reason why I sought</div> + <div class="verse indent0">New Hampshire, not Connecticut,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Rhode Island, New York, or Vermont was this:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where I was living then, New Hampshire offered</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The nearest boundary to escape across.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I hadn’t an illusion in my hand-bag</div> + <div class="verse indent0">About the people being better there</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Than those I left behind. I thought they weren’t.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I thought they couldn’t be. And yet they were.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’d sure had no such friends in Massachusetts</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As Hall of Windham, Gay of Atkinson,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Bartlett of Raymond (now of Colorado),</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Harris of Derry, and Lynch of Bethlehem.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The glorious bards of Massachusetts seem</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To want to make New Hampshire people over.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They taunt the lofty land with little men.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I don’t know what to say about the people.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For art’s sake one could almost wish them worse</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Rather than better. How are we to write</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The Russian novel in America</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As long as life goes so unterribly?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There is the pinch from which our only outcry</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In literature to date is heard to come.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We get what little misery we can</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Out of not having cause for misery.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It makes the guild of novel writers sick</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To be expected to be Dostoievskis</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On nothing worse than too much luck and comfort.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">This is not sorrow, though; it’s just the vapors,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And recognized as such in Russia itself</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Under the new régime, and so forbidden.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If well it is with Russia, then feel free</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_208">[208]</span> <div class="verse indent0">To say so or be stood against the wall</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And shot. It’s Pollyanna now or death.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">This, then, is the new freedom we hear tell of;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And very sensible. No state can build</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A literature that shall at once be sound</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And sad on a foundation of well-being.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">To show the level of intelligence</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Among us: it was just a Warren farmer</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Whose horse had pulled him short up in the road</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By me, a stranger. This is what he said,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From nothing but embarrassment and want</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of anything more sociable to say:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You hear those hound-dogs sing on Moosilauke?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Well they remind me of the hue and cry</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We’ve heard against the Mid-Victorians</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And never rightly understood till Bryan</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Retired from politics and joined the chorus.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The matter with the Mid-Victorians</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Seems to have been a man named John L. Darwin.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Go ’long,’ I said to him, he to his horse.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I knew a man who failing as a farmer</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Burned down his farmhouse for the fire insurance,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And spent the proceeds on a telescope</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To satisfy a life-long curiosity</div> + <div class="verse indent0">About our place among the infinities.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And how was that for other-worldliness?</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">If I must choose which I would elevate—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The people or the already lofty mountains,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’d elevate the already lofty mountains.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The only fault I find with old New Hampshire</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_209">[209]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Is that her mountains aren’t quite high enough.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I was not always so; I’ve come to be so.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">How, to my sorrow, how have I attained</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A height from which to look down critical</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On mountains? What has given me assurance</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To say what height becomes New Hampshire mountains,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or any mountains? Can it be some strength</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I feel as of an earthquake in my back</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To heave them higher to the morning star?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Can it be foreign travel in the Alps?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or having seen and credited a moment</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The solid moulding of vast peaks of cloud</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Behind the pitiful reality</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of Lincoln, Lafayette and Liberty?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or some such sense as says how high shall jet</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The fountain in proportion to the basin?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No, none of these has raised me to my throne</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of intellectual dissatisfaction,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But the sad accident of having seen</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Our actual mountains given in a map</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of early times as twice the height they are—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Ten thousand feet instead of only five—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Which shows how sad an accident may be.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Five thousand is no longer high enough.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Whereas I never had a good idea</div> + <div class="verse indent0">About improving people in the world,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Here I am over-fertile in suggestion,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And cannot rest from planning day or night</div> + <div class="verse indent0">How high I’d thrust the peaks in summer snow</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To tap the upper sky and draw a flow</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of frosty night air on the vale below</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Down from the stars to freeze the dew as starry.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The more the sensibilitist I am</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_210">[210]</span> <div class="verse indent0">The more I seem to want my mountains wild;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The way the wiry gang-boss liked the log-jam.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">After he’d picked the lock and got it started,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He dodged a log that lifted like an arm</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Against the sky to break his back for him,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then came in dancing, skipping, with his life</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Across the roar and chaos, and the words</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We saw him say along the zigzag journey</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Were doubtless as the words we heard him say</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On coming nearer: ‘Wasn’t she an <em>i</em>-deal</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Son-of-a-bitch? You bet she was an <em>i</em>-deal.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">For all her mountains fall a little short,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Her people not quite short enough for Art,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She’s still New Hampshire, a most restful state.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Lately in converse with a New York alec</div> + <div class="verse indent0">About the new school of the pseudo-phallic,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I found myself in a close corner where</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I had to make an almost funny choice.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Choose you which you will be—a prude, or puke,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Mewling and puking in the public arms.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Me for the hills where I don’t have to choose.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘But if you had to choose, which would you be?’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I wouldn’t be a prude afraid of nature.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I know a man who took a double axe</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And went alone against a grove of trees;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But his heart failing him, he dropped the axe</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And ran for shelter quoting Matthew Arnold:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Nature is cruel, man is sick of blood;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There’s been enough shed without shedding mine.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Remember Birnam Wood! The wood’s in flux!’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He had a special terror of the flux</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_211">[211]</span> <div class="verse indent0">That showed itself in dendrophobia.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The only decent tree had been to mill</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And educated into boards, he said.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He knew too well for any earthly use</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The line where man leaves off and nature starts,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And never over-stepped it save in dreams.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He stood on the safe side of the line talking;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Which is sheer Matthew Arnoldism,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The cult of one who owned himself ‘a foiled,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Circuitous wanderer,’ and ‘took dejectedly</div> + <div class="verse indent0">His seat upon the intellectual throne.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Agreed in frowning on these improvised</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Altars the woods are full of nowadays,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Again as in the days when Ahaz sinned</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By worship under green trees in the open.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Scarcely a mile but that I come on one,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A black-cheeked stone and stick of rain-washed charcoal.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Even to say the groves were God’s first temples</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Comes too near to Ahaz’ sin for safety.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Nothing not built with hands of course is sacred.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But here is not a question of what’s sacred;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Rather of what to face or run away from.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’d hate to be a runaway from nature.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And neither would I choose to be a puke</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Who cares not what he does in company,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And, when he can’t do anything, falls back</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On words, and tries his worst to make words speak</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Louder than actions, and sometimes achieves it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It seems a narrow choice the age insists on.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">How about being a good Greek, for instance?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That course, they tell me, isn’t offered this year.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Come, but this isn’t choosing—puke or prude?’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Well, if I have to choose one or the other,</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_212">[212]</span> <div class="verse indent0">I choose to be a plain New Hampshire farmer</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With an income in cash of say a thousand</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(From say a publisher in New York City).</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s restful to arrive at a decision,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And restful just to think about New Hampshire</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At present I am living in Vermont.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_213">[213]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="A_Star_in_a_Stone-Boat"> + <i>A Star in a Stone-Boat</i> + </h3> +</div> + +<p class='dedication'>(For Lincoln MacVeagh)</p> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Never tell me that not one star of all</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That slip from heaven at night and softly fall</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Has been picked up with stones to build a wall.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Some laborer found one faded and stone cold,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And saving that its weight suggested gold,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And tugged it from his first too certain hold,</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He noticed nothing in it to remark.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He was not used to handling stars thrown dark</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And lifeless from an interrupted arc.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He did not recognize in that smooth coal</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The one thing palpable besides the soul</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To penetrate the air in which we roll.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He did not see how like a flying thing</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It brooded ant-eggs, and had one large wing,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One not so large for flying in a ring,</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And a long Bird of Paradise’s tail,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(Though these when not in use to fly and trail</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It drew back in its body like a snail);</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Nor know that he might move it from the spot,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The harm was done; from having been star-shot</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The very nature of the soil was hot</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And burning to yield flowers instead of grain,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Flowers fanned and not put out by all the rain</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Poured on them by his prayers prayed in vain.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_214">[214]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He moved it roughly with an iron bar,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He loaded an old stone-boat with the star</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And not, as you might think, a flying car,</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Such as even poets would admit perforce</div> + <div class="verse indent0">More practical than Pegasus the horse</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If it could put a star back in its course.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He dragged it through the ploughed ground at a pace</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But faintly reminiscent of the race</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of jostling rock in interstellar space.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It went for building stone, and I, as though</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Commanded in a dream, forever go</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To right the wrong that this should have been so.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Yet ask where else it could have gone as well,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I do not know—I cannot stop to tell:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He might have left it lying where it fell.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">From following walls I never lift my eye</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Except at night to places in the sky</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where showers of charted meteors let fly.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Some may know what they seek in school and church,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And why they seek it there; for what I search</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I must go measuring stone walls, perch on perch;</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Sure that though not a star of death and birth,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So not to be compared, perhaps, in worth</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To such resorts of life as Mars and Earth,</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_215">[215]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Though not, I say, a star of death and sin,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It yet has poles, and only needs a spin</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To show its worldly nature and begin</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">To chafe and shuffle in my calloused palm</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And run off in strange tangents with my arm</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As fish do with the line in first alarm.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Such as it is, it promises the prize</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of the one world complete in any size</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That I am like to compass, fool or wise.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_216">[216]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Census-Taker"> + <i>The Census-Taker</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I came an errand one cloud-blowing evening</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To a slab-built, black-paper-covered house</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of one room and one window and one door,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The only dwelling in a waste cut over</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A hundred square miles round it in the mountains:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And that not dwelt in now by men or women.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(It never had been dwelt in, though, by women,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So what is this I make a sorrow of?)</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I came as census-taker to the waste</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To count the people in it and found none,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">None in the hundred miles, none in the house,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where I came last with some hope, but not much</div> + <div class="verse indent0">After hours’ overlooking from the cliffs</div> + <div class="verse indent0">An emptiness flayed to the very stone.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I found no people that dared show themselves,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">None not in hiding from the outward eye.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The time was autumn, but how anyone</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Could tell the time of year when every tree</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That could have dropped a leaf was down itself</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And nothing but the stump of it was left</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Now bringing out its rings in sugar of pitch;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And every tree up stood a rotting trunk</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Without a single leaf to spend on autumn,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or branch to whistle after what was spent.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Perhaps the wind the more without the help</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of breathing trees said something of the time</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of year or day the way it swung a door</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Forever off the latch, as if rude men</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Passed in and slammed it shut each one behind him</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For the next one to open for himself.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I counted nine I had no right to count</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(But this was dreamy unofficial counting)</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_217">[217]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Before I made the tenth across the threshold.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where was my supper? Where was anyone’s?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No lamp was lit. Nothing was on the table.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The stove was cold—the stove was off the chimney—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And down by one side where it lacked a leg.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The people that had loudly passed the door</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Were people to the ear but not the eye.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They were not on the table with their elbows.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They were not sleeping in the shelves of bunks.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I saw no men there and no bones of men there.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I armed myself against such bones as might be</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With the pitch-blackened stub of an axe-handle</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I picked up off the straw-dust covered floor.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not bones, but the ill-fitted window rattled.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The door was still because I held it shut</div> + <div class="verse indent0">While I thought what to do that could be done—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">About the house—about the people not there.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">This house in one year fallen to decay</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Filled me with no less sorrow than the houses</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Fallen to ruin in ten thousand years</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where Asia wedges Africa from Europe.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Nothing was left to do that I could see</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Unless to find that there was no one there</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And declare to the cliffs too far for echo,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘The place is desert and let whoso lurks</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In silence, if in this he is aggrieved,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Break silence now or be forever silent.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Let him say why it should not be declared so.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The melancholy of having to count souls</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where they grow fewer and fewer every year</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Is extreme where they shrink to none at all.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It must be I want life to go on living.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_218">[218]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Star-Splitter"> + <i>The Star-Splitter</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You know Orion always comes up sideways.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And rising on his hands, he looks in on me</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Busy outdoors by lantern-light with something</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I should have done by daylight, and indeed,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">After the ground is frozen, I should have done</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Before it froze, and a gust flings a handful</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of waste leaves at my smoky lantern chimney</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To make fun of my way of doing things,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or else fun of Orion’s having caught me.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Has a man, I should like to ask, no rights</div> + <div class="verse indent0">These forces are obliged to pay respect to?’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So Brad McLaughlin mingled reckless talk</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of heavenly stars with hugger-mugger farming,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Till having failed at hugger-mugger farming,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He burned his house down for the fire insurance</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And spent the proceeds on a telescope</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To satisfy a life-long curiosity</div> + <div class="verse indent0">About our place among the infinities.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘What do you want with one of those blame things?’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I asked him well beforehand. ‘Don’t you get one!’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Don’t call it blamed; there isn’t anything</div> + <div class="verse indent0">More blameless in the sense of being less</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A weapon in our human fight,’ he said.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I’ll have one if I sell my farm to buy it.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There where he moved the rocks to plow the ground</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And plowed between the rocks he couldn’t move,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Few farms changed hands; so rather than spend years</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Trying to sell his farm and then not selling,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He burned his house down for the fire insurance</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_219">[219]</span> <div class="verse indent0">And bought the telescope with what it came to.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He had been heard to say by several:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘The best thing that we’re put here for’s to see;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The strongest thing that’s given us to see with’s</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A telescope. Someone in every town</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Seems to me owes it to the town to keep one.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In Littleton it may as well be me.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">After such loose talk it was no surprise</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When he did what he did and burned his house down.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Mean laughter went about the town that day</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To let him know we weren’t the least imposed on,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And he could wait—we’d see to him to-morrow.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But the first thing next morning we reflected</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If one by one we counted people out</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For the least sin, it wouldn’t take us long</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To get so we had no one left to live with.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For to be social is to be forgiving.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Our thief, the one who does our stealing from us,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We don’t cut off from coming to church suppers,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But what we miss we go to him and ask for.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He promptly gives it back, that is if still</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Uneaten, unworn out, or undisposed of.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It wouldn’t do to be too hard on Brad</div> + <div class="verse indent0">About his telescope. Beyond the age</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of being given one’s gift for Christmas,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He had to take the best way he knew how</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To find himself in one. Well, all we said was</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He took a strange thing to be roguish over.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Some sympathy was wasted on the house,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A good old-timer dating back along;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But a house isn’t sentient; the house</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Didn’t feel anything. And if it did,</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_220">[220]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Why not regard it as a sacrifice,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And an old-fashioned sacrifice by fire,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Instead of a new-fashioned one at auction?</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Out of a house and so out of a farm</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At one stroke (of a match), Brad had to turn</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To earn a living on the Concord railroad,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As under-ticket-agent at a station</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where his job, when he wasn’t selling tickets,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Was setting out up track and down, not plants</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As on a farm, but planets, evening stars</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That varied in their hue from red to green.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He got a good glass for six hundred dollars.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">His new job gave him leisure for star-gazing.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Often he bid me come and have a look</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Up the brass barrel, velvet black inside,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At a star quaking in the other end.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I recollect a night of broken clouds</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And underfoot snow melted down to ice,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And melting further in the wind to mud.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Bradford and I had out the telescope.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We spread our two legs as we spread its three,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Pointed our thoughts the way we pointed it,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And standing at our leisure till the day broke,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Said some of the best things we ever said.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That telescope was christened the Star-splitter,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Because it didn’t do a thing but split</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A star in two or three the way you split</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A globule of quicksilver in your hand</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With one stroke of your finger in the middle.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s a star-splitter if there ever was one</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And ought to do some good if splitting stars</div> + <div class="verse indent0">’Sa thing to be compared with splitting wood.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_221">[221]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">We’ve looked and looked, but after all where are we?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Do we know any better where we are,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And how it stands between the night to-night</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And a man with a smoky lantern chimney?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">How different from the way it ever stood?</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_222">[222]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Maple"> + <i>Maple</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Her teacher’s certainty it must be Mabel</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Made Maple first take notice of her name.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She asked her father and he told her ‘Maple—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Maple is right.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent16">‘But teacher told the school</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There’s no such name.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent22">‘Teachers don’t know as much</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As fathers about children, you tell teacher.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You tell her that it’s M-A-P-L-E.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You ask her if she knows a maple tree.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Well, you were named after a maple tree.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Your mother named you. You and she just saw</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Each other in passing in the room upstairs,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One coming this way into life, and one</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Going the other out of life—you know?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So you can’t have much recollection of her.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She had been having a long look at you.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She put her finger in your cheek so hard</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It must have made your dimple there, and said,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">“Maple.” I said it too: “Yes, for her name.”</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She nodded. So we’re sure there’s no mistake.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I don’t know what she wanted it to mean,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But it seems like some word she left to bid you</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Be a good girl—be like a maple tree.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">How like a maple tree’s for us to guess.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or for a little girl to guess sometime.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not now—at least I shouldn’t try too hard now.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By and by I will tell you all I know</div> + <div class="verse indent0">About the different trees, and something, too,</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_223">[223]</span> <div class="verse indent0">About your mother that perhaps may help.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Dangerous self-arousing words to sow.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Luckily all she wanted of her name then</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Was to rebuke her teacher with it next day,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And give the teacher a scare as from her father.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Anything further had been wasted on her,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or so he tried to think to avoid blame.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She would forget it. She all but forgot it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What he sowed with her slept so long a sleep,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And came so near death in the dark of years,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That when it woke and came to life again</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The flower was different from the parent seed.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It came back vaguely at the glass one day,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As she stood saying her name over aloud,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Striking it gently across her lowered eyes</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To make it go well with the way she looked.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What was it about her name? Its strangeness lay</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In having too much meaning. Other names,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As Lesley, Carol, Irma, Marjorie,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Signified nothing. Rose could have a meaning,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But hadn’t as it went. (She knew a Rose.)</div> + <div class="verse indent0">This difference from other names it was</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Made people notice it—and notice her.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(They either noticed it, or got it wrong.)</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Her problem was to find out what it asked</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In dress or manner of the girl who bore it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If she could form some notion of her mother—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What she had thought was lovely, and what good.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">This was her mother’s childhood home;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The house one story high in front, three stories</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On the end it presented to the road.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(The arrangement made a pleasant sunny cellar.)</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Her mother’s bedroom was her father’s yet,</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_224">[224]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Where she could watch her mother’s picture fading.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Once she found for a bookmark in the Bible</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A maple leaf she thought must have been laid</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In wait for her there. She read every word</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of the two pages it was pressed between</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As if it was her mother speaking to her.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But forgot to put the leaf back in closing</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And lost the place never to read again.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She was sure, though, there had been nothing in it.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">So she looked for herself, as everyone</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Looks for himself, more or less outwardly.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And her self seeking, fitful though it was,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">May still have been what led her on to read,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And think a little, and get some city schooling.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She learned shorthand, whatever shorthand may</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Have had to do with it—she sometimes wondered.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So, till she found herself in a strange place</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For the name Maple to have brought her to;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Taking dictation on a paper pad,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And in the pauses when she raised her eyes</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Watching out of a nineteenth story window</div> + <div class="verse indent0">An airship laboring with unship-like motion</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And a vague all-disturbing roar above the river</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Beyond the highest city built with hands.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Someone was saying in such natural tones</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She almost wrote the words down on her knee,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Do you know you remind me of a tree—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A maple tree?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent14">‘Because my name is Maple?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Isn’t it Mabel? I thought it was Mabel.’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_225">[225]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘No doubt you’ve heard the office call me Mabel.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I have to let them call me what they like.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">They were both stirred that he should have divined</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Without the name her personal mystery.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It made it seem as if there must be something</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She must have missed herself. So they were married,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And took the fancy home with them to live by.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">They went on pilgrimage once to her father’s</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(The house one story high in front, three stories</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On the side it presented to the road)</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To see if there was not some special tree</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She might have overlooked. They could find none,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not so much as a single tree for shade,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Let alone grove of trees for sugar orchard.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She told him of the bookmark maple leaf</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In the big Bible, and all she remembered</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of the place marked with it—‘Wave offering,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Something about wave offering, it said.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You’ve never asked your father outright, have you?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I have, and been put off sometime, I think.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(This was her faded memory of the way</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Once long ago her father had put himself off.)</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Because no telling but it may have been</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Something between your father and your mother</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not meant for us at all.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent26">‘Not meant for me?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where would the fairness be in giving me</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_226">[226]</span> <div class="verse indent0">A name to carry for life, and never know</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The secret of?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent14">‘And then it may have been</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Something a father couldn’t tell a daughter</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As well as could a mother. And again</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It may have been their one lapse into fancy</div> + <div class="verse indent0">’Twould be too bad to make him sorry for</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By bringing it up to him when he was too old.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Your father feels us round him with our questing,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And holds us off unnecessarily,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As if he didn’t know what little thing</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Might lead us on to a discovery.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It was as personal as he could be</div> + <div class="verse indent0">About the way he saw it was with you</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To say your mother, had she lived, would be</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As far again as from being born to bearing.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Just one look more with what you say in mind.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I give up’; which last look came to nothing.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But, though they now gave up the search forever,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They clung to what one had seen in the other</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By inspiration. It proved there was something.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They kept their thoughts away from when the maples</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Stood uniform in buckets, and the steam</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of sap and snow rolled off the sugar house.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When they made her related to the maples,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It was the tree the autumn fire ran through</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And swept of leathern leaves, but left the bark</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Unscorched, unblackened, even, by any smoke.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They always took their holidays in autumn.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Once they came on a maple in a glade,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Standing alone with smooth arms lifted up,</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_227">[227]</span> <div class="verse indent0">And every leaf of foliage she’d worn</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Laid scarlet and pale pink about her feet.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But its age kept them from considering this one.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Twenty-five years ago at Maple’s naming</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It hardly could have been a two-leaved seedling</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The next cow might have licked up out at pasture.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Could it have been another maple like it?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They hovered for a moment near discovery,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Figurative enough to see the symbol,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But lacking faith in anything to mean</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The same at different times to different people.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Perhaps a filial diffidence partly kept them</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From thinking it could be a thing so bridal.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And anyway it came too late for Maple.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She used her hands to cover up her eyes.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘We would not see the secret if we could now:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We are not looking for it any more.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Thus had a name with meaning, given in death,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Made a girl’s marriage, and ruled in her life.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No matter that the meaning was not clear.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A name with meaning could bring up a child,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Taking the child out of the parents’ hands.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Better a meaningless name, I should say,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As leaving more to nature and happy chance.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Name children some names and see what you do.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_228">[228]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Axe-Helve"> + <i>The Axe-Helve</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ve known ere now an interfering branch</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of alder catch my lifted axe behind me.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But that was in the woods, to hold my hand</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From striking at another alder’s roots,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And that was, as I say, an alder branch.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">This was a man, Baptiste, who stole one day</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Behind me on the snow in my own yard</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where I was working at the chopping-block,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And cutting nothing not cut down already.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He caught my axe expertly on the rise,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When all my strength put forth was in his favor,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Held it a moment where it was, to calm me,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then took it from me—and I let him take it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I didn’t know him well enough to know</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What it was all about. There might be something</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He had in mind to say to a bad neighbor</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He might prefer to say to him disarmed.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But all he had to tell me in French-English</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Was what he thought of—not me, but my axe;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Me only as I took my axe to heart.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It was the bad axe-helve some one had sold me—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Made on machine,’ he said, ploughing the grain</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With a thick thumbnail to show how it ran</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Across the handle’s long drawn serpentine,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like the two strokes across a dollar sign.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You give her one good crack, she’s snap raght off.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Den where’s your hax-ead flying t’rough de hair?’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Admitted; and yet, what was that to him?</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Come on my house and I put you one in</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What’s las’ awhile—good hick’ry what’s grow crooked,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">De second growt’ I cut myself—tough, tough!’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_229">[229]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Something to sell? That wasn’t how it sounded.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Den when you say you come? It’s cost you nothing.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To-naght?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent10">As well to-night as any night.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Beyond an over-warmth of kitchen stove</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My welcome differed from no other welcome.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Baptiste knew best why I was where I was.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So long as he would leave enough unsaid,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I shouldn’t mind his being overjoyed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(If overjoyed he was) at having got me</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where I must judge if what he knew about an axe</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That not everybody else knew was to count</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For nothing in the measure of a neighbor.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Hard if, though cast away for life with Yankees,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A Frenchman couldn’t get his human rating!</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Mrs. Baptiste came in and rocked a chair</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That had as many motions as the world:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One back and forward, in and out of shadow,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That got her nowhere; one more gradual,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Sideways, that would have run her on the stove</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In time, had she not realized her danger</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And caught herself up bodily, chair and all,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And set herself back where she started from.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘She ain’t spick too much Henglish—dat’s too bad.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I was afraid, in brightening first on me,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then on Baptiste, as if she understood</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What passed between us, she was only feigning.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Baptiste was anxious for her; but no more</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Than for himself, so placed he couldn’t hope</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_230">[230]</span> <div class="verse indent0">To keep his bargain of the morning with me</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In time to keep me from suspecting him</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of really never having meant to keep it.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Needlessly soon he had his axe-helves out,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A quiverful to choose from, since he wished me</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To have the best he had, or had to spare—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not for me to ask which, when what he took</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Had beauties he had to point me out at length</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To insure their not being wasted on me.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He liked to have it slender as a whipstock,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Free from the least knot, equal to the strain</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of bending like a sword across the knee.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He showed me that the lines of a good helve</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Were native to the grain before the knife</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Expressed them, and its curves were no false curves</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Put on it from without. And there its strength lay</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For the hard work. He chafed its long white body</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From end to end with his rough hand shut round it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He tried it at the eye-hole in the axe-head.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Hahn, hahn,’ he mused, ‘don’t need much taking down.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Baptiste knew how to make a short job long</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For love of it, and yet not waste time either.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Do you know, what we talked about was knowledge?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Baptiste on his defence about the children</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He kept from school, or did his best to keep—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Whatever school and children and our doubts</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of laid-on education had to do</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With the curves of his axe-helves and his having</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Used these unscrupulously to bring me</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To see for once the inside of his house.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Was I desired in friendship, partly as some one</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To leave it to, whether the right to hold</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_231">[231]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Such doubts of education should depend</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Upon the education of those who held them?</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">But now he brushed the shavings from his knee</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And stood the axe there on its horse’s hoof,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Erect, but not without its waves, as when</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The snake stood up for evil in the Garden,—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Top-heavy with a heaviness his short,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Thick hand made light of, steel-blue chin drawn down</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And in a little—a French touch in that.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Baptiste drew back and squinted at it, pleased;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘See how she’s cock her head!’</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_232">[232]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Grindstone"> + <i>The Grindstone</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Having a wheel and four legs of its own</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Has never availed the cumbersome grindstone</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To get it anywhere that I can see.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">These hands have helped it go, and even race;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not all the motion, though, they ever lent,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not all the miles it may have thought it went,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Have got it one step from the starting place.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It stands beside the same old apple tree.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The shadow of the apple tree is thin</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Upon it now, its feet are fast in snow.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All other farm machinery’s gone in,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And some of it on no more legs and wheel</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Than the grindstone can boast to stand or go.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(I’m thinking chiefly of the wheelbarrow.)</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For months it hasn’t known the taste of steel,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Washed down with rusty water in a tin.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But standing outdoors hungry, in the cold,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Except in towns at night, is not a sin.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And, anyway, its standing in the yard</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Under a ruinous live apple tree</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Has nothing any more to do with me,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Except that I remember how of old</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One summer day, all day I drove it hard,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And someone mounted on it rode it hard,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And he and I between us ground a blade.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I gave it the preliminary spin,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And poured on water (tears it might have been);</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And when it almost gayly jumped and flowed,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A Father-Time-like man got on and rode,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Armed with a scythe and spectacles that glowed.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_233">[233]</span> <div class="verse indent0">He turned on will-power to increase the load</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And slow me down—and I abruptly slowed,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like coming to a sudden railroad station.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I changed from hand to hand in desperation.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I wondered what machine of ages gone</div> + <div class="verse indent0">This represented an improvement on.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For all I knew it may have sharpened spears</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And arrowheads itself. Much use for years</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Had gradually worn it an oblate</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Spheroid that kicked and struggled in its gait,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Appearing to return me hate for hate;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(But I forgive it now as easily</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As any other boyhood enemy</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Whose pride has failed to get him anywhere).</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I wondered who it was the man thought ground—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The one who held the wheel back or the one</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Who gave his life to keep it going round?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I wondered if he really thought it fair</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For him to have the say when we were done.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Such were the bitter thoughts to which I turned.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Not for myself was I so much concerned.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Oh no!—although, of course, I could have found</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A better way to pass the afternoon</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Than grinding discord out of a grindstone,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And beating insects at their gritty tune.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Nor was I for the man so much concerned.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Once when the grindstone almost jumped its bearing</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It looked as if he might be badly thrown</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And wounded on his blade. So far from caring,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I laughed inside, and only cranked the faster,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(It ran as if it wasn’t greased but glued);</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’d welcome any moderate disaster</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_234">[234]</span> <div class="verse indent0">That might be calculated to postpone</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What evidently nothing could conclude.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The thing that made me more and more afraid</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Was that we’d ground it sharp and hadn’t known,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And now were only wasting precious blade.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And when he raised it dripping once and tried</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The creepy edge of it with wary touch,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And viewed it over his glasses funny-eyed,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Only disinterestedly to decide</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It needed a turn more, I could have cried</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Wasn’t there danger of a turn too much?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Mightn’t we make it worse instead of better?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I was for leaving something to the whetter.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What if it wasn’t all it should be? I’d</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Be satisfied if he’d be satisfied.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_235">[235]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Pauls_Wife"> + <i>Paul’s Wife</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">To drive Paul out of any lumber camp</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All that was needed was to say to him,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘How is the wife, Paul?’—and he’d disappear.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Some said it was because he had no wife,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And hated to be twitted on the subject.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Others because he’d come within a day</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or so of having one, and then been jilted.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Others because he’d had one once, a good one,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Who’d run away with some one else and left him.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And others still because he had one now</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He only had to be reminded of,—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He was all duty to her in a minute:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He had to run right off to look her up,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As if to say, ‘That’s so, how is my wife?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I hope she isn’t getting into mischief.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No one was anxious to get rid of Paul.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’d been the hero of the mountain camps</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Ever since, just to show them, he had slipped</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The bark of a whole tamarack off whole,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As clean as boys do off a willow twig</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To make a willow whistle on a Sunday</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In April by subsiding meadow brooks.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They seemed to ask him just to see him go,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘How is the wife, Paul?’ and he always went.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He never stopped to murder anyone</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Who asked the question. He just disappeared—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Nobody knew in what direction,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Although it wasn’t usually long</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Before they heard of him in some new camp,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The same Paul at the same old feats of logging.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The question everywhere was why should Paul</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Object to being asked a civil question—</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_236">[236]</span> + <div class="verse indent0">A man you could say almost anything to</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Short of a fighting word. You have the answers.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And there was one more not so fair to Paul:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That Paul had married a wife not his equal.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Paul was ashamed of her. To match a hero,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She would have had to be a heroine;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Instead of which she was some half-breed squaw.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But if the story Murphy told was true,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She wasn’t anything to be ashamed of.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">You know Paul could do wonders. Everyone’s</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Heard how he thrashed the horses on a load</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That wouldn’t budge until they simply stretched</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Their rawhide harness from the load to camp.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Paul told the boss the load would be all right,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘The sun will bring your load in’—and it did—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By shrinking the rawhide to natural length.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That’s what is called a stretcher. But I guess</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The one about his jumping so’s to land</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With both his feet at once against the ceiling,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And then land safely right side up again,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Back on the floor, is fact or pretty near fact.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Well this is such a yarn. Paul sawed his wife</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Out of a white-pine log. Murphy was there,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And, as you might say, saw the lady born.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Paul worked at anything in lumbering.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’d been hard at it taking boards away</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For—I forget—the last ambitious sawyer</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To want to find out if he couldn’t pile</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The lumber on Paul till Paul begged for mercy.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They’d sliced the first slab off a big butt log,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the sawyer had slammed the carriage back</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To slam end on again against the saw teeth.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To judge them by the way they caught themselves</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_237">[237]</span> <div class="verse indent0">When they saw what had happened to the log,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They must have had a guilty expectation</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Something was going to go with their slambanging.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Something had left a broad black streak of grease</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On the new wood the whole length of the log</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Except, perhaps, a foot at either end.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But when Paul put his finger in the grease,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It wasn’t grease at all, but a long slot.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The log was hollow. They were sawing pine.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘First time I ever saw a hollow pine.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That comes of having Paul around the place.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Take it to hell for me,’ the sawyer said.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Everyone had to have a look at it,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And tell Paul what he ought to do about it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(They treated it as his.) ‘You take a jack-knife,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And spread the opening, and you’ve got a dug-out</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All dug to go a-fishing in.’ To Paul</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The hollow looked too sound and clean and empty</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Ever to have housed birds or beasts or bees.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There was no entrance for them to get in by.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It looked to him like some new kind of hollow</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He thought he’d <em>better</em> take his jack-knife to.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So after work that evening he came back</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And let enough light into it by cutting</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To see if it was empty. He made out in there</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A slender length of pith, or was it pith?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It might have been the skin a snake had cast</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And left stood up on end inside the tree</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The hundred years the tree must have been growing.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">More cutting and he had this in both hands,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And, looking from it to the pond near by,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Paul wondered how it would respond to water.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not a breeze stirred, but just the breath of air</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He made in walking slowly to the beach</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_238">[238]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Blew it once off his hands and almost broke it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He laid it at the edge where it could drink.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At the first drink it rustled and grew limp.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At the next drink it grew invisible.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Paul dragged the shallows for it with his fingers,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And thought it must have melted. It was gone.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And then beyond the open water, dim with midges,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where the log drive lay pressed against the boom,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It slowly rose a person, rose a girl,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Her wet hair heavy, on her like a helmet,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Who, leaning on a log looked back at Paul.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And that made Paul in turn look back</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To see if it was anyone behind him</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That she was looking at instead of him.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Murphy had been there watching all the time,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But from a shed where neither of them could see him.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There was a moment of suspense in birth</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When the girl seemed too water-logged to live,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Before she caught her first breath with a gasp</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And laughed. Then she climbed slowly to her feet,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And walked off talking to herself or Paul</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Across the logs like backs of alligators,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Paul taking after her around the pond.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Next evening Murphy and some other fellows</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Got drunk, and tracked the pair up Catamount,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From the bare top of which there is a view</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To other hills across a kettle valley.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And there, well after dark, let Murphy tell it,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They saw Paul and his creature keeping house.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It was the only glimpse that anyone</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Has had of Paul and her since Murphy saw them</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Falling in love across the twilight mill-pond.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">More than a mile across the wilderness</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_239">[239]</span> <div class="verse indent0">They sat together half-way up a cliff</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In a small niche let into it, the girl</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Brightly, as if a star played on the place,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Paul darkly, like her shadow. All the light</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Was from the girl herself, though, not from a star,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As was apparent from what happened next.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All those great ruffians put their throats together,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And let out a loud yell, and threw a bottle,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As a brute tribute of respect to beauty.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of course the bottle fell short by a mile,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But the shout reached the girl and put her light out.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She went out like a firefly, and that was all.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">So there were witnesses that Paul was married,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And not to anyone to be ashamed of.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Everyone had been wrong in judging Paul.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Murphy told me Paul put on all those airs</div> + <div class="verse indent0">About his wife to keep her to himself.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Paul was what’s called a terrible possessor.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Owning a wife with him meant owning her.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She wasn’t anybody else’s business,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Either to praise her, or so much as name her,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And he’d thank people not to think of her.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Murphy’s idea was that a man like Paul</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Wouldn’t be spoken to about a wife</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In any way the world knew how to speak.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_240">[240]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Wild_Grapes"> + <i>Wild Grapes</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">What tree may not the fig be gathered from?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The grape may not be gathered from the birch?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s all you know the grape, or know the birch.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As a girl gathered from the birch myself</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Equally with my weight in grapes, one autumn,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I ought to know what tree the grape is fruit of.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I was born, I suppose, like anyone,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And grew to be a little boyish girl</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My brother could not always leave at home.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But that beginning was wiped out in fear</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The day I swung suspended with the grapes,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And was come after like Eurydice</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And brought down safely from the upper regions;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the life I live now’s an extra life</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I can waste as I please on whom I please.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So if you see me celebrate two birthdays,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And give myself out as two different ages,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One of them five years younger than I look—</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">One day my brother led me to a glade</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where a white birch he knew of stood alone,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Wearing a thin head-dress of pointed leaves,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And heavy on her heavy hair behind,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Against her neck, an ornament of grapes.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Grapes, I knew grapes from having seen them last year.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One bunch of them, and there began to be</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Bunches all round me growing in white birches,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The way they grew round Lief the Lucky’s German;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Mostly as much beyond my lifted hands, though,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As the moon used to seem when I was younger,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And only freely to be had for climbing.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_241">[241]</span> <div class="verse indent0">My brother did the climbing; and at first</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Threw me down grapes to miss and scatter</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And have to hunt for in sweet fern and hardhack;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Which gave him some time to himself to eat,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But not so much, perhaps, as a boy needed.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So then, to make me wholly self-supporting,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He climbed still higher and bent the tree to earth,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And put it in my hands to pick my own grapes.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Here, take a tree-top, I’ll get down another.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Hold on with all your might when I let go.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I said I had the tree. It wasn’t true.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The opposite was true. The tree had me.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The minute it was left with me alone</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It caught me up as if I were the fish</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And it the fishpole. So I was translated</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To loud cries from my brother of ‘Let go!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Don’t you know anything, you girl? Let go!’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But I, with something of the baby grip</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Acquired ancestrally in just such trees</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When wilder mothers than our wildest now</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Hung babies out on branches by the hands</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To dry or wash or tan, I don’t know which</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(You’ll have to ask an evolutionist)—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I held on uncomplainingly for life.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My brother tried to make me laugh to help me.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘What are you doing up there in those grapes?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Don’t be afraid. A few of them won’t hurt you.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I mean, they won’t pick you if you don’t them.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Much danger of my picking anything!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By that time I was pretty well reduced</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To a philosophy of hang-and-let-hang.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Now you know how it feels,’ my brother said,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘To be a bunch of fox-grapes, as they call them,</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_242">[242]</span> <div class="verse indent0">That when it thinks it has escaped the fox</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By growing where it shouldn’t—on a birch,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where a fox wouldn’t think to look for it—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And if he looked, and found it, couldn’t reach it—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Just then come you and I to gather it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Only you have the advantage of the grapes</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In one way: you have one more stem to cling by,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And promise more resistance to the picker.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">One by one I lost off my hat and shoes,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And still I clung. I let my head fall back,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And shut my eyes against the sun, my ears</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Against my brother’s nonsense; ‘Drop,’ he said,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I’ll catch you in my arms. It isn’t far.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(Stated in lengths of him it might not be.)</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Drop or I’ll shake the tree and shake you down.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Grim silence on my part as I sank lower,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My small wrists stretching till they showed the banjo</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Why, if she isn’t serious about it!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Hold tight awhile till I think what to do.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ll bend the tree down and let you down by it.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I don’t know much about the letting down;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But once I felt ground with my stocking feet</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the world came revolving back to me,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I know I looked long at my curled-up fingers,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Before I straightened them and brushed the bark off.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My brother said: ‘Don’t you weigh anything?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Try to weigh something next time, so you won’t</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Be run off with by birch trees into space.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It wasn’t my not weighing anything</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So much as my not knowing anything—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My brother had been nearer right before.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_243">[243]</span> <div class="verse indent0">I had not taken the first step in knowledge;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I had not learned to let go with the hands,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As still I have not learned to with the heart,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And have no wish to with the heart—nor need,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That I can see. The mind—is not the heart.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I may yet live, as I know others live,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To wish in vain to let go with the mind—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That I need learn to let go with the heart.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_244">[244]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Place_for_a_Third"> + <i>Place for a Third</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Nothing to say to all those marriages!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She had made three herself to three of his.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The score was even for them, three to three.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But come to die she found she cared so much:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She thought of children in a burial row;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Three children in a burial row were sad.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One man’s three women in a burial row</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Somehow made her impatient with the man.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And so she said to Laban, ‘You have done</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A good deal right; don’t do the last thing wrong.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Don’t make me lie with those two other women.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Laban said, No, he would not make her lie</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With anyone but that she had a mind to,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If that was how she felt, of course, he said.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She went her way. But Laban having caught</div> + <div class="verse indent0">This glimpse of lingering person in Eliza,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And anxious to make all he could of it</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With something he remembered in himself,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Tried to think how he could exceed his promise,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And give good measure to the dead, though than</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If that was how she felt, he kept repeating.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">His first thought under pressure was a grave</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In a new boughten grave plot by herself,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Under he didn’t care how great a stone:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’d sell a yoke of steers to pay for it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And weren’t there special cemetery flowers,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That, once grief sets to growing, grief may rest:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The flowers will go on with grief awhile,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And no one seem neglecting or neglected?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A prudent grief will not despise such aids.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_245">[245]</span> <div class="verse indent0">He thought of evergreen and everlasting.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And then he had a thought worth many of these.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Somewhere must be the grave of the young boy</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Who married her for playmate more than helpmate,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And sometimes laughed at what it was between them.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">How would she like to sleep her last with him?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where was his grave? Did Laban know his name?</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He found the grave a town or two away,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The headstone cut with <em>John, Beloved Husband</em>,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Beside it room reserved, the say a sister’s,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A never-married sister’s of that husband,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Whether Eliza would be welcome there.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The dead was bound to silence: ask the sister.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So Laban saw the sister, and, saying nothing</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of where Eliza wanted <em>not</em> to lie,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And who had thought to lay her with her first love,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Begged simply for the grave. The sister’s face</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Fell all in wrinkles of responsibility.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She wanted to do right. She’d have to think.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Laban was old and poor, yet seemed to care;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And she was old and poor—but she cared, too.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They sat. She cast one dull, old look at him,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then turned him out to go on other errands</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She said he might attend to in the village,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">While she made up her mind how much she cared—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And how much Laban cared—and why he cared,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(She made shrewd eyes to see where he came in.)</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She’d looked Eliza up her second time,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A widow at her second husband’s grave,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And offered her a home to rest awhile</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Before she went the poor man’s widow’s way,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Housekeeping for the next man out of wedlock.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_246">[246]</span> <div class="verse indent0">She and Eliza had been friends through all.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Who was she to judge marriage in a world</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Whose Bible’s so confused in marriage counsel?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The sister had not come across this Laban;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A decent product of life’s ironing-out;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She must not keep him waiting. Time would press</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Between the death day and the funeral day.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So when she saw him coming in the street</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She hurried her decision to be ready</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To meet him with his answer at the door.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Laban had known about what it would be</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From the way she had set her poor old mouth,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To do, as she had put it, what was right.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">She gave it through the screen door closed between</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘No, not with John. There wouldn’t be no sense.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Eliza’s had too many other men.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Laban was forced to fall back on his plan</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To buy Eliza a plot to lie alone in:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Which gives him for himself a choice of lots</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When his time comes to die and settle down.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_247">[247]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Two_Witches"> + <i>Two Witches</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<h4 id="I"> + I +<br> +THE WITCH OF COÖS</h4> + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I staid the night for shelter at a farm</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Behind the mountain, with a mother and son,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Two old-believers. They did all the talking.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0"><span class="allsmcap">MOTHER.</span> Folks think a witch who has familiar spirits</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She could call up to pass a winter evening,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But won’t, should be burned at the stake or something.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Summoning spirits isn’t ‘Button, button,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Who’s got the button,’ I would have them know.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0"><span class="allsmcap">SON.</span> Mother can make a common table rear</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And kick with two legs like an army mule.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0"><span class="allsmcap">MOTHER.</span> And when I’ve done it, what good have I done?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Rather than tip a table for you, let me</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Tell you what Ralle the Sioux Control once told me.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He said the dead had souls, but when I asked him</div> + <div class="verse indent0">How could that be—I thought the dead were souls,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He broke my trance. Don’t that make you suspicious</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That there’s something the dead are keeping back?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Yes, there’s something the dead are keeping back.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0"><span class="allsmcap">SON.</span> You wouldn’t want to tell him what we have</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Up attic, mother?</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0"><span class="allsmcap">MOTHER.</span> Bones—a skeleton.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0"><span class="allsmcap">SON.</span> But the headboard of mother’s bed is pushed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Against the attic door: the door is nailed.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_248">[248]</span> <div class="verse indent0">It’s harmless. Mother hears it in the night</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Halting perplexed behind the barrier</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of door and headboard. Where it wants to get</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Is back into the cellar where it came from.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0"><span class="allsmcap">MOTHER.</span> We’ll never let them, will we, son! We’ll never!</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0"><span class="allsmcap">SON.</span> It left the cellar forty years ago</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And carried itself like a pile of dishes</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Up one flight from the cellar to the kitchen,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Another from the kitchen to the bedroom,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Another from the bedroom to the attic,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Right past both father and mother, and neither stopped it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Father had gone upstairs; mother was downstairs.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I was a baby: I don’t know where I was.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0"><span class="allsmcap">MOTHER.</span> The only fault my husband found with me—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I went to sleep before I went to bed,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Especially in winter when the bed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Might just as well be ice and the clothes snow.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The night the bones came up the cellar-stairs</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Toffile had gone to bed alone and left me,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But left an open door to cool the room off</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So as to sort of turn me out of it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I was just coming to myself enough</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To wonder where the cold was coming from,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When I heard Toffile upstairs in the bedroom</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And thought I heard him downstairs in the cellar.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The board we had laid down to walk dry-shod on</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When there was water in the cellar in spring</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Struck the hard cellar bottom. And then someone</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Began the stairs, two footsteps for each step,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The way a man with one leg and a crutch,</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_249">[249]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Or a little child, comes up. It wasn’t Toffile:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It wasn’t anyone who could be there.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The bulkhead double-doors were double-locked</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And swollen tight and buried under snow.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The cellar windows were banked up with sawdust</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And swollen tight and buried under snow.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It was the bones. I knew them—and good reason.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My first impulse was to get to the knob</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And hold the door. But the bones didn’t try</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The door; they halted helpless on the landing,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Waiting for things to happen in their favor.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The faintest restless rustling ran all through them.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I never could have done the thing I did</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If the wish hadn’t been too strong in me</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To see how they were mounted for this walk.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I had a vision of them put together</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not like a man, but like a chandelier.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So suddenly I flung the door wide on him.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A moment he stood balancing with emotion,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And all but lost himself. (A tongue of fire</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Flashed out and licked along his upper teeth.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Smoke rolled inside the sockets of his eyes.)</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then he came at me with one hand outstretched,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The way he did in life once; but this time</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I struck the hand off brittle on the floor,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And fell back from him on the floor myself.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The finger-pieces slid in all directions.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(Where did I see one of those pieces lately?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Hand me my button-box—it must be there.)</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I sat up on the floor and shouted, ‘Toffile,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s coming up to you.’ It had its choice</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of the door to the cellar or the hall.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It took the hall door for the novelty,</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_250">[250]</span> <div class="verse indent0">And set off briskly for so slow a thing,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Still going every which way in the joints, though,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So that it looked like lightning or a scribble,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From the slap I had just now given its hand.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I listened till it almost climbed the stairs</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From the hall to the only finished bedroom,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Before I got up to do anything;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then ran and shouted, ‘Shut the bedroom door,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Toffile, for my sake!’ ‘Company?’ he said,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Don’t make me get up; I’m too warm in bed.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So lying forward weakly on the handrail</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I pushed myself upstairs, and in the light</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(The kitchen had been dark) I had to own</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I could see nothing. ‘Toffile, I don’t see it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s with us in the room though. It’s the bones.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘What bones?’ ‘The cellar bones—out of the grave.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That made him throw his bare legs out of bed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And sit up by me and take hold of me.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I wanted to put out the light and see</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If I could see it, or else mow the room,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With our arms at the level of our knees,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And bring the chalk-pile down. ‘I’ll tell you what—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s looking for another door to try.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The uncommonly deep snow has made him think</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of his old song, <cite>The Wild Colonial Boy</cite>,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He always used to sing along the tote-road.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’s after an open door to get out-doors.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Let’s trap him with an open door up attic.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Toffile agreed to that, and sure enough,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Almost the moment he was given an opening,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The steps began to climb the attic stairs.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I heard them. Toffile didn’t seem to hear them.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Quick!’ I slammed to the door and held the knob.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_251">[251]</span> <div class="verse indent0">‘Toffile, get nails.’ I made him nail the door shut,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And push the headboard of the bed against it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then we asked was there anything</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Up attic that we’d ever want again.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The attic was less to us than the cellar.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If the bones liked the attic, let them have it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Let them stay in the attic. When they sometimes</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Come down the stairs at night and stand perplexed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Behind the door and headboard of the bed,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Brushing their chalky skull with chalky fingers,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With sounds like the dry rattling of a shutter,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That’s what I sit up in the dark to say—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To no one any more since Toffile died.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Let them stay in the attic since they went there.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I promised Toffile to be cruel to them</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For helping them be cruel once to him.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0"><span class="allsmcap">SON.</span> We think they had a grave down in the cellar.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0"><span class="allsmcap">MOTHER.</span> We know they had a grave down in the cellar.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0"><span class="allsmcap">SON.</span> We never could find out whose bones they were.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0"><span class="allsmcap">MOTHER.</span> Yes, we could too, son. Tell the truth for once.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They were a man’s his father killed for me.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I mean a man he killed instead of me.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The least I could do was to help dig their grave.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We were about it one night in the cellar.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Son knows the story: but ’twas not for him</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To tell the truth, suppose the time had come.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Son looks surprised to see me end a lie</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We’d kept all these years between ourselves</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So as to have it ready for outsiders.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_252">[252]</span> <div class="verse indent0">But tonight I don’t care enough to lie—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I don’t remember why I ever cared.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Toffile, if he were here, I don’t believe</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Could tell you why he ever cared himself....</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">She hadn’t found the finger-bone she wanted</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Among the buttons poured out in her lap.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I verified the name next morning: Toffile.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The rural letter-box said Toffile Lajway.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<h4 id="II"> + II +<br> +THE PAUPER WITCH OF GRAFTON +</h4> + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Now that they’ve got it settled whose I be,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’m going to tell them something they won’t like:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They’ve got it settled wrong, and I can prove it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Flattered I must be to have two towns fighting</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To make a present of me to each other.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They don’t dispose me, either one of them,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To spare them any trouble. Double trouble’s</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Always the witch’s motto anyway.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ll double theirs for both of them—you watch me.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They’ll find they’ve got the whole thing to do over,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That is, if facts is what they want to go by.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They set a lot (now don’t they?) by a record</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of Arthur Amy’s having once been up</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For Hog Reeve in March Meeting here in Warren.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I could have told them any time this twelvemonth</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The Arthur Amy I was married to</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Couldn’t have been the one they say was up</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In Warren at March Meeting for the reason</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He wa’n’t but fifteen at the time they say.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The Arthur Amy I was married to</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Voted the only times he ever voted,</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_253">[253]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Which wasn’t many, in the town of Wentworth.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One of the times was when ’twas in the warrant</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To see if the town wanted to take over</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The tote road to our clearing where we lived.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ll tell you who’d remember—Heman Lapish.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Their Arthur Amy was the father of mine.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So now they’ve dragged it through the law courts once</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I guess they’d better drag it through again.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Wentworth and Warren’s both good towns to live in,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Only I happen to prefer to live</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In Wentworth from now on; and when all’s said,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Right’s right, and the temptation to do right</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When I can hurt someone by doing it</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Has always been too much for me, it has.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I know of some folks that’d be set up</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At having in their town a noted witch:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But most would have to think of the expense</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That even I would be. They ought to know</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That as a witch I’d often milk a bat</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And that’d be enough to last for days.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’d make my position stronger, think,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If I was to consent to give some sign</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To make it surer that I was a witch?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It wa’n’t no sign, I s’pose, when Mallice Huse</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Said that I took him out in his old age</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And rode all over everything on him</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Until I’d had him worn to skin and bones,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And if I’d left him hitched unblanketed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In front of one Town Hall, I’d left him hitched</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In front of every one in Grafton County.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Some cried shame on me not to blanket him,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The poor old man. It would have been all right</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If some one hadn’t said to gnaw the posts</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_254">[254]</span> <div class="verse indent0">He stood beside and leave his trade mark on them,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So they could recognize them. Not a post</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That they could hear tell of was scarified.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They made him keep on gnawing till he whined.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then that same smarty someone said to look—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’d bet Huse was a cribber and had gnawed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The crib he slept in—and as sure’s you’re born</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They found he’d gnawed the four posts of his bed,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All four of them to Splinters. What did that prove?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not that he hadn’t gnawed the hitching posts</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He said he had besides. Because a horse</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Gnaws in the stable ain’t no proof to me</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He don’t gnaw trees and posts and fences too.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But everybody took it for a proof.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I was a strapping girl of twenty then.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The smarty someone who spoiled everything</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Was Arthur Amy. You know who he was.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That was the way he started courting me.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He never said much after we were married,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But I mistrusted he was none too proud</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of having interfered in the Huse business.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I guess he found he got more out of me</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By having me a witch. Or something happened</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To turn him round. He got to saying things</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To undo what he’d done and make it right.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like, ‘No, she ain’t come back from kiting yet.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Last night was one of her nights out. She’s kiting.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She thinks when the wind makes a night of it</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She might as well herself.’ But he liked best</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To let on he was plagued to death with me:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If anyone had seen me coming home</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Over the ridgepole, ‘stride of a broomstick,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As often as he had in the tail of the night,</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_255">[255]</span> <div class="verse indent0">He guessed they’d know what he had to put up with.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Well, I showed Arthur Amy signs enough</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Off from the house as far as we could keep</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And from barn smells you can’t wash out of ploughed ground</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With all the rain and snow of seven years;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I don’t mean just skulls of Roger’s Rangers</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On Moosilauke, but woman signs to man,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Only bewitched so I would last him longer.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Up where the trees grow short, the mosses tall,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I made him gather me wet snow berries</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On slippery rocks beside a waterfall.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I made him do it for me in the dark.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And he liked everything I made him do.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I hope if he is where he sees me now</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’s so far off he can’t see what I’ve come to.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You <em>can</em> come down from everything to nothing.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All is, if I’d a-known when I was young</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And full of it, that this would be the end,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It doesn’t seem as if I’d had the courage</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To make so free and kick up in folks’ faces.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I might have, but it doesn’t seem as if.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_256">[256]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="An_Empty_Threat"> + <i>An Empty Threat</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I stay;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But it isn’t as if</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There wasn’t always Hudson’s Bay</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the fur trade,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A small skiff</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And a paddle blade.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I can just see my tent pegged,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And me on the floor,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Crosslegged,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And a trapper looking in at the door</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With furs to sell.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">His name’s Joe,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Alias John,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And between what he doesn’t know</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And won’t tell</div> + <div class="verse indent0">About where Henry Hudson’s gone,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I can’t say he’s much help;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But we get on.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The seal yelp</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On an ice cake.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s not men by some mistake?</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">No,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There’s not a soul</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For a wind-break</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Between me and the North Pole—</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Except always John-Joe,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My French Indian Esquimaux,</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_257">[257]</span> <div class="verse indent0">And he’s off setting traps,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In one himself perhaps.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Give a head shake</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Over so much bay</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Thrown away</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In snow and mist</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That doesn’t exist,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I was going to say,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For God, man or beast’s sake,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Yet does perhaps for all three.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Don’t ask Joe</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What it is to him.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s sometimes dim</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What it is to me,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Unless it be</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s the old captain’s dark fate</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Who failed to find or force a strait</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In its two-thousand-mile coast;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And his crew left him where he failed,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And nothing came of all he sailed.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s to say, ‘You and I’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To such a ghost,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You and I</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Off here</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With the dead race of the Great Auk!’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And, ‘Better defeat almost,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If seen clear,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Than life’s victories of doubt</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That need endless talk talk</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To make them out.’</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_258">[258]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="A_Fountain"> + <i>A Fountain, a Bottle, a Donkey’s Ears<br> + and Some Books</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In Dalton that would some day make his fortune.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There’d been some Boston people out to see it:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And experts said that deep down in the mountain</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The mica sheets were big as plate glass windows.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’d like to take me there and show it to me.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I’ll tell you what you show me. You remember</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You said you knew the place where once, on Kinsman,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The early Mormons made a settlement</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And built a stone baptismal font outdoors—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But Smith, or some one, called them off the mountain</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To go West to a worse fight with the desert.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You said you’d seen the stone baptismal font.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Well, take me there.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent22">‘Some day I will.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent42">‘Today.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Huh, that old bath-tub, what is that to see?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Let’s talk about it.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent22">‘Let’s go see the place.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘To shut you up I’ll tell you what I’ll do:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ll find that fountain if it takes all summer,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And both of our united strengths, to do it.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You’ve lost it, then?’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_259">[259]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent24">‘Not so but I can find it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No doubt it’s grown up some to woods around it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The mountain may have shifted since I saw it</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In eighty-five.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent16">‘As long ago as that?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘If I remember rightly, it had sprung</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A leak and emptied then. And forty years</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Can do a good deal to bad masonry.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You won’t see any Mormon swimming in it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But you have said it, and we’re off to find it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Old as I am, I’m going to let myself</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Be dragged by you all over everywhere—’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I thought you were a guide.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent30">‘I am a guide,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And that’s why I can’t decently refuse you.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">We made a day of it out of the world,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Ascending to descend to reascend.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The old man seriously took his bearings,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And spoke his doubts in every open place.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">We came out on a look-off where we faced</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A cliff, and on the cliff a bottle painted,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or stained by vegetation from above,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A likeness to surprise the thrilly tourist.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Well, if I haven’t brought you to the fountain,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At least I’ve brought you to the famous Bottle.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I won’t accept the substitute. It’s empty.’</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_260">[260]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘So’s everything.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent18">‘I want my fountain.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I guess you’d find the fountain just as empty.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And anyway this tells me where I am.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Hadn’t you long suspected where you were?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You mean miles from that Mormon settlement?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Look here, you treat your guide with due respect</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If you don’t want to spend the night outdoors.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I vow we must be near the place from where</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The two converging slides, the avalanches,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On Marshall, look like donkey’s ears.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We may as well see that and save the day.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Don’t donkey’s ears suggest we shake our own?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘For God’s sake, aren’t you fond of viewing nature?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You don’t like nature. All you like is books.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What signify a donkey’s ears and bottle,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">However natural? Give you your books!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Well then, right here is where I show you books.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Come straight down off this mountain just as fast</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As we can fall and keep a-bouncing on our feet.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s hell for knees unless done hell-for-leather.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Be ready,’ I thought, ‘for almost anything.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">We struck a road I didn’t recognize,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But welcomed for the chance to lave my shoes</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In dust once more. We followed this a mile,</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_261">[261]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Perhaps, to where it ended at a house</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I didn’t know was there. It was the kind</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To bring me to for broad-board panelling.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I never saw so good a house deserted.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Excuse me if I ask you in a window</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That happens to be broken,’ Davis said.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘The outside doors as yet have held against us.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I want to introduce you to the people</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Who used to live here. They were Robinsons.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You must have heard of Clara Robinson,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The poetess who wrote the book of verses</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And had it published. It was all about</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The posies on her inner window sill,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the birds on her outer window sill,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And how she tended both, or had them tended:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She never tended anything herself.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She was “shut in” for life. She lived her whole</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Life long in bed, and wrote her things in bed.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ll show you how she had her sills extended</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To entertain the birds and hold the flowers.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Our business first’s up attic with her books.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">We trod uncomfortably on crunching glass</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Through a house stripped of everything</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Except, it seemed, the poetess’s poems.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Books, I should say!—if books are what is needed.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A whole edition in a packing-case,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That, overflowing like a horn of plenty,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or like the poetess’s heart of love,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Had spilled them near the window toward the light,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where driven rain had wet and swollen them.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Enough to stock a village library—</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_262">[262]</span> + <div class="verse indent0">Unfortunately all of one kind, though.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They had been brought home from some publisher</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And taken thus into the family.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Boys and bad hunters had known what to do</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With stone and lead to unprotected glass:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Shatter it inward on the unswept floors.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">How had the tender verse escaped their outrage?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By being invisible for what it was,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or else by some remoteness that defied them</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To find out what to do to hurt a poem.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Yet oh! the tempting flatness of a book,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To send it sailing out the attic window</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Till it caught wind, and, opening out its covers,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Tried to improve on sailing like a tile</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By flying like a bird (silent in flight,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But all the burden of its body song),</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Only to tumble like a stricken bird,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And lie in stones and bushes unretrieved.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Books were not thrown irreverently about.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They simply lay where some one now and then,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Having tried one, had dropped it at his feet</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And left it lying where it fell rejected.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Here were all those the poetess’s life</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Had been too short to sell or give away.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Take one,’ Old Davis bade me graciously.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Why not take two or three?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent28">‘Take all you want.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Good-looking books like that.’ He picked one fresh</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In virgin wrapper from deep in the box,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And stroked it with a horny-handed kindness.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_263">[263]</span> <div class="verse indent0">He read in one and I read in another,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Both either looking for or finding something.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The attic wasps went missing by like bullets.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I was soon satisfied for the time being.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">All the way home I kept remembering</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The small book in my pocket. It was there.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The poetess had sighed, I knew, in heaven</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At having eased her heart of one more copy—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Legitimately. My demand upon her,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Though slight, was a demand. She felt the tug.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In time she would be rid of all her books.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_264">[264]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="I_Will_Sing_You_One-O"> + <i>I Will Sing You One-O</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It was long I lay</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Awake that night</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Wishing the tower</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Would name the hour</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And tell me whether</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To call it day</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(Though not yet light)</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And give up sleep.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The snow fell deep</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With the hiss of spray;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Two winds would meet,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One down one street,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One down another,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And fight in a smother</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of dust and feather.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I could not say,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But feared the cold</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Had checked the pace</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of the tower clock</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By tying together</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Its hands of gold</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Before its face.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Then came one knock!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A note unruffled</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of earthly weather,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Though strange and muffled.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The tower said, ‘One!’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And then a steeple.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They spoke to themselves</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And such few people</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_265">[265]</span> <div class="verse indent0">As winds might rouse</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From sleeping warm</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(But not unhouse).</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They left the storm</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That struck <i lang="fr">en masse</i></div> + <div class="verse indent0">My window glass</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like a beaded fur.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In that grave One</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They spoke of the sun</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And moon and stars,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Saturn and Mars</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And Jupiter.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Still more unfettered,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They left the named</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And spoke of the lettered,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The sigmas and taus</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of constellations.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They filled their throats</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With the furthest bodies</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To which man sends his</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Speculation,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Beyond which God is;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The cosmic motes</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of yawning lenses.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Their solemn peals</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Were not their own:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They spoke for the clock</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With whose vast wheels</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Theirs interlock.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In that grave word</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Uttered alone</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The utmost star</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Trembled and stirred,</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_266">[266]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Though set so far</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Its whirling frenzies</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Appear like standing</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In one self station.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It has not ranged,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And save for the wonder</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of once expanding</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To be a nova,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It has not changed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To the eye of man</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On planets over</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Around and under</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It in creation</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Since man began</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To drag down man</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And nation nation.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_267">[267]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Fragmentary_Blue"> + <i>Fragmentary Blue</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Why make so much of fragmentary blue</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In here and there a bird, or butterfly,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Though some savants make earth include the sky;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And blue so far above us comes so high,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It only gives our wish for blue a whet.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_268">[268]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Fire_and_Ice"> + <i>Fire and Ice</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Some say the world will end in fire,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Some say in ice.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From what I’ve tasted of desire</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I hold with those who favor fire.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But if it had to perish twice,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I think I know enough of hate</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To say that for destruction ice</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Is also great</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And would suffice.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_269">[269]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="In_a_Disused_Graveyard"> + <i>In a Disused Graveyard</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The living come with grassy tread</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To read the gravestones on the hill;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The graveyard draws the living still,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But never any more the dead.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The verses in it say and say:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘The ones who living come today</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To read the stones and go away</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Tomorrow dead will come to stay.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">So sure of death the marbles rhyme,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Yet can’t help marking all the time</div> + <div class="verse indent0">How no one dead will seem to come.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What is it men are shrinking from?</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It would be easy to be clever</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And tell the stones: Men hate to die</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And have stopped dying now forever.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I think they would believe the lie.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_270">[270]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Dust_of_Snow"> + <i>Dust of Snow</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The way a crow</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Shook down on me</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The dust of snow</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From a hemlock tree</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Has given my heart</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A change of mood</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And saved some part</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of a day I had rued.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_271">[271]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="To_E_T"> + <i>To E. T.</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I slumbered with your poems on my breast</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Spread open as I dropped them half-read through</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like dove wings on a figure on a tomb</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To see, if in a dream they brought of you,</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I might not have the chance I missed in life</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Through some delay, and call you to your face</div> + <div class="verse indent0">First soldier, and then poet, and then both,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Who died a soldier-poet of your race.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I meant, you meant, that nothing should remain</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Unsaid between us, brother, and this remained—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And one thing more that was not then to say:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The Victory for what it lost and gained.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">You went to meet the shell’s embrace of fire</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On Vimy Ridge; and when you fell that day</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The war seemed over more for you than me,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But now for me than you—the other way.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">How over, though, for even me who knew</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The foe thrust back unsafe beyond the Rhine,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If I was not to speak of it to you</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And see you pleased once more with words of mine?</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_272">[272]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Nothing_Gold_Can_Stay"> + <i>Nothing Gold Can Stay</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Nature’s first green is gold,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Her hardest hue to hold.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Her early leaf’s a flower;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But only so an hour.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then leaf subsides to leaf.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So Eden sank to grief,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So dawn goes down to day.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Nothing gold can stay.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_273">[273]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Runaway"> + <i>The Runaway</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Once when the snow of the year was beginning to fall,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We stopped by a mountain pasture to say, ‘Whose colt?’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A little Morgan had one forefoot on the wall,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The other curled at his breast. He dipped his head</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And snorted at us. And then he had to bolt.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We heard the miniature thunder where he fled,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And we saw him, or thought we saw him, dim and grey,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like a shadow against the curtain of falling flakes.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I think the little fellow’s afraid of the snow.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He isn’t winter-broken. It isn’t play</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With the little fellow at all. He’s running away.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I doubt if even his mother could tell him, “Sakes,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s only weather.” He’d think she didn’t know!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where is his mother? He can’t be out alone.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And now he comes again with clatter of stone,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And mounts the wall again with whited eyes</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And all his tail that isn’t hair up straight.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He shudders his coat as if to throw off flies.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Whoever it is that leaves him out so late,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When other creatures have gone to stall and bin,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Ought to be told to come and take him in.’</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_274">[274]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Aim_Was_Song"> + <i>The Aim Was Song</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Before man came to blow it right</div> + <div class="verse indent2">The wind once blew itself untaught,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And did its loudest day and night</div> + <div class="verse indent2">In any rough place where it caught.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Man came to tell it what was wrong:</div> + <div class="verse indent2">It hadn’t found the place to blow;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It blew too hard—the aim was song.</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And listen—how it ought to go!</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He took a little in his mouth,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And held it long enough for north</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To be converted into south,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And then by measure blew it forth.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">By measure. It was word and note,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">The wind the wind had meant to be—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A little through the lips and throat.</div> + <div class="verse indent2">The aim was song—the wind could see.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_275">[275]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Stopping_by_Woods_on_a"> + <i>Stopping by Woods on a<br> + Snowy Evening</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Whose woods these are I think I know.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">His house is in the village though;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He will not see me stopping here</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To watch his woods fill up with snow.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">My little horse must think it queer</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To stop without a farmhouse near</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Between the woods and frozen lake</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The darkest evening of the year.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He gives his harness bells a shake</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To ask if there is some mistake.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The only other sound’s the sweep</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of easy wind and downy flake.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The woods are lovely, dark and deep.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But I have promises to keep,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And miles to go before I sleep,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And miles to go before I sleep.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_276">[276]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="For_Once_Then_Something"> + <i>For Once, Then, Something</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Always wrong to the light, so never seeing</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Deeper down in the well than where the water</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Gives me back in a shining surface picture</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Me myself in the summer heaven godlike</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs.</div> + <div class="verse indent0"><em>Once</em>, when trying with chin against a well-curb,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Through the picture, a something white, uncertain,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Something more of the depths—and then I lost it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Water came to rebuke the too clear water.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_277">[277]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Blue-Butterfly_Day"> + <i>Blue-Butterfly Day</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It is blue-butterfly day here in spring,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And with these sky-flakes down in flurry on flurry</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There is more unmixed color on the wing</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Than flowers will show for days unless they hurry.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">But these are flowers that fly and all but sing:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And now from having ridden out desire</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They lie closed over in the wind and cling</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_278">[278]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Onset"> + <i>The Onset</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Always the same, when on a fated night</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At last the gathered snow lets down as white</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As may be in dark woods, and with a song</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It shall not make again all winter long</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of hissing on the yet uncovered ground,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I almost stumble looking up and round,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As one who overtaken by the end</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Gives up his errand, and lets death descend</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Upon him where he is, with nothing done</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To evil, no important triumph won,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">More than if life had never been begun.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Yet all the precedent is on my side:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I know that winter death has never tried</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The earth but it has failed: the snow may heap</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In long storms an undrifted four feet deep</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As measured against maple, birch and oak,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It cannot check the peeper’s silver croak;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I shall see the snow all go down hill</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In water of a slender April rill</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That flashes tail through last year’s withered brake</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And dead weeds, like a disappearing snake.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Nothing will be left white but here a birch,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And there a clump of houses with a church.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_279">[279]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="To_Earthward"> + <i>To Earthward</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Love at the lips was touch</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As sweet as I could bear;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And once that seemed too much;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I lived on air</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">That crossed me from sweet things,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The flow of—was it musk</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From hidden grapevine springs</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Down hill at dusk?</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I had the swirl and ache</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From sprays of honeysuckle</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That when they’re gathered shake</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Dew on the knuckle.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I craved strong sweets, but those</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Seemed strong when I was young;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The petal of the rose</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It was that stung.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Now no joy but lacks salt</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That is not dashed with pain</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And weariness and fault;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I crave the stain</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Of tears, the aftermark</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of almost too much love,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The sweet of bitter bark</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And burning clove.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">When stiff and sore and scarred</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I take away my hand</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_280">[280]</span> <div class="verse indent0">From leaning on it hard</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In grass and sand,</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The hurt is not enough:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I long for weight and strength</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To feel the earth as rough</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To all my length.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_281">[281]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Good-Bye_and_Keep_Cold"> + <i>Good-Bye and Keep Cold</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">This saying good-bye on the edge of the dark</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the cold to an orchard so young in the bark</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Reminds me of all that can happen to harm</div> + <div class="verse indent0">An orchard away at the end of the farm</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All winter, cut off by a hill from the house.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I don’t want it girdled by rabbit and mouse,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I don’t want it dreamily nibbled for browse</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By deer, and I don’t want it budded by grouse.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(If certain it wouldn’t be idle to call</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’d summon grouse, rabbit, and deer to the wall</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And warn them away with a stick for a gun.)</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I don’t want it stirred by the heat of the sun.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(We made it secure against being, I hope,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By setting it out on a northerly slope.)</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No orchard’s the worse for the wintriest storm;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But one thing about it, it mustn’t get warm.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘How often already you’ve had to be told,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Keep cold, young orchard. Good-bye and keep cold.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Dread fifty above more than fifty below.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I have to be gone for a season or so.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My business awhile is with different trees,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Less carefully nurtured, less fruitful than these,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And such as is done to their wood with an axe—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Maples and birches and tamaracks.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I wish I could promise to lie in the night</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And think of an orchard’s arboreal plight</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When slowly (and nobody comes with a light)</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Its heart sinks lower under the sod.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But something has to be left to God.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_282">[282]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Two_Look_at_Two"> + <i>Two Look at Two</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Love and forgetting might have carried them</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A little further up the mountain side</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With night so near, but not much further up.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They must have halted soon in any case</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With thoughts of the path back, how rough it was</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With rock and washout, and unsafe in darkness;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When they were halted by a tumbled wall</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With barbed-wire binding. They stood facing this,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Spending what onward impulse they still had</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In one last look the way they must not go,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On up the failing path, where, if a stone</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or earthslide moved at night, it moved itself;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No footstep moved it. ‘This is all,’ they sighed,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Good-night to woods.’ But not so; there was more.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A doe from round a spruce stood looking at them</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Across the wall, as near the wall as they.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She saw them in their field, they her in hers.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The difficulty of seeing what stood still,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like some up-ended boulder split in two,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Was in her clouded eyes: they saw no fear there.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She seemed to think that two thus they were safe.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then, as if they were something that, though strange,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She could not trouble her mind with too long,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She sighed and passed unscared along the wall.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘<em>This</em>, then, is all. What more is there to ask?’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But no, not yet. A snort to bid them wait.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A buck from round the spruce stood looking at them</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Across the wall as near the wall as they.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">This was an antlered buck of lusty nostril,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not the same doe come back into her place.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He viewed them quizzically with jerks of head,</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_283">[283]</span> <div class="verse indent0">As if to ask, ‘Why don’t you make some motion?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or give some sign of life? Because you can’t.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I doubt if you’re as living as you look.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Thus till he had them almost feeling dared</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To stretch a proffering hand—and a spell-breaking.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then he too passed unscared along the wall.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Two had seen two, whichever side you spoke from.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘This <em>must</em> be all.’ It was all. Still they stood,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A great wave from it going over them,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As if the earth in one unlooked-for favor</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Had made them certain earth returned their love.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_284">[284]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Not_to_Keep"> + <i>Not to Keep</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">They sent him back to her. The letter came</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Saying.... And she could have him. And before</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She could be sure there was no hidden ill</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Under the formal writing, he was in her sight,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Living. They gave him back to her alive—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">How else? They are not known to send the dead—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And not disfigured visibly. His face?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">His hands? She had to look, to ask,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘What is it, dear?’ And she had given all</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And still she had all—<em>they</em> had—they the lucky!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Wasn’t she glad now? Everything seemed won,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And all the rest for them permissible ease.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She had to ask, ‘What was it, dear?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent36">‘Enough,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Yet not enough. A bullet through and through,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">High in the breast. Nothing but what good care</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And medicine and rest, and you a week,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Can cure me of to go again.’ The same</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Grim giving to do over for them both.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She dared no more than ask him with her eyes</div> + <div class="verse indent0">How was it with him for a second trial.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And with his eyes he asked her not to ask.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They had given him back to her, but not to keep.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_285">[285]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="A_Brook_in_the_City"> + <i>A Brook in the City</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The farm house lingers, though averse to square</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With the new city street it has to wear</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A number in. But what about the brook</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That held the house as in an elbow-crook?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I ask as one who knew the brook, its strength</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And impulse, having dipped a finger length</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And made it leap my knuckle, having tossed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A flower to try its currents where they crossed.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The meadow grass could be cemented down</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From growing under pavements of a town;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The apple trees be sent to hearth-stone flame.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Is water wood to serve a brook the same?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">How else dispose of an immortal force</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No longer needed? Staunch it at its source</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With cinder loads dumped down? The brook was thrown</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Deep in a sewer dungeon under stone</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In fetid darkness still to live and run—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And all for nothing it had ever done</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Except forget to go in fear perhaps.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No one would know except for ancient maps</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That such a brook ran water. But I wonder</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If from its being kept forever under</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The thoughts may not have risen that so keep</div> + <div class="verse indent0">This new-built city from both work and sleep.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_286">[286]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Kitchen_Chimney"> + <i>The Kitchen Chimney</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Builder, in building the little house,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In every way you may please yourself;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But please please me in the kitchen chimney:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Don’t build me a chimney upon a shelf.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">However far you must go for bricks,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Whatever they cost a-piece or a pound,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Buy me enough for a full-length chimney,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And build the chimney clear from the ground.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s not that I’m greatly afraid of fire,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But I never heard of a house that throve</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(And I know of one that didn’t thrive)</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where the chimney started above the stove.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And I dread the ominous stain of tar</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That there always is on the papered walls,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the smell of fire drowned in rain</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That there always is when the chimney’s false.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">A shelf’s for a clock or vase or picture,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But I don’t see why it should have to bear</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A chimney that only would serve to remind me</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of castles I used to build in air.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_287">[287]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Looking_for_a_Sunset_Bird"> + <i>Looking for a Sunset Bird<br> + in Winter</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The west was getting out of gold,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The breath of air had died of cold,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When shoeing home across the white,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I thought I saw a bird alight.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">In summer when I passed the place</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I had to stop and lift my face;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A bird with an angelic gift</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Was singing in it sweet and swift.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">No bird was singing in it now.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A single leaf was on a bough,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And that was all there was to see</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In going twice around the tree.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">From my advantage on a hill</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I judged that such a crystal chill</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Was only adding frost to snow</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As gilt to gold that wouldn’t show.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">A brush had left a crooked stroke</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of what was either cloud or smoke</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From north to south across the blue;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A piercing little star was through.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_288">[288]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="A_Boundless_Moment"> + <i>A Boundless Moment</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He halted in the wind, and—what was that</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He stood there bringing March against his thought,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And yet too ready to believe the most.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Oh, that’s the Paradise-in-bloom,’ I said;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And truly it was fair enough for flowers</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Had we but in us to assume in March</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Such white luxuriance of May for ours.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">We stood a moment so in a strange world,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Myself as one his own pretense deceives;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And then I said the truth (and we moved on):</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A young beech clinging to its last year’s leaves.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_289">[289]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Evening_in_a_Sugar_Orchard"> + <i>Evening in a Sugar Orchard</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">From where I lingered in a lull in March</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Outside the sugar-house one night for choice,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I called the fireman with a careful voice</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And bade him leave the pan and stoke the arch:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘O fireman, give the fire another stoke,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And send more sparks up chimney with the smoke.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I thought a few might tangle, as they did,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Among bare maple boughs, and in the rare</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Hill atmosphere not cease to glow,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And so be added to the moon up there.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The moon, though slight, was moon enough to show</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On every tree a bucket with a lid,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And on black ground a bear-skin rug of snow.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The sparks made no attempt to be the moon.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They were content to figure in the trees</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As Leo, Orion, and the Pleiades.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And that was what the boughs were full of soon.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_290">[290]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Gathering_Leaves"> + <i>Gathering Leaves</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Spades take up leaves</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No better than spoons,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And bags full of leaves</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Are light as balloons.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I make a great noise</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of rustling all day</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like rabbit and deer</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Running away.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">But the mountains I raise</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Elude my embrace,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Flowing over my arms</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And into my face.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I may load and unload</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Again and again</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Till I fill the whole shed,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And what have I then?</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Next to nothing for weight;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And since they grew duller</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From contact with earth,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Next to nothing for color.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Next to nothing for use.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But a crop is a crop,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And who’s to say where</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The harvest shall stop?</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_291">[291]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Valleys_Singing_Day"> + <i>The Valley’s Singing Day</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The sound of the closing outside door was all.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You made no sound in the grass with your footfall,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As far as you went from the door, which was not far;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But you had awakened under the morning star</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The first song-bird that awakened all the rest.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He could have slept but a moment more at best.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Already determined dawn began to lay</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In place across a cloud the slender ray</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For prying beneath and forcing the lids of sight,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And loosing the pent-up music of over-night.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But dawn was not to begin their ‘pearly-pearly’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(By which they mean the rain is pearls so early,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Before it changes to diamonds in the sun),</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Neither was song that day to be self-begun.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You had begun it, and if there needed proof—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I was asleep still under the dripping roof,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My window curtain hung over the sill to wet;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But I should awake to confirm your story yet;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I should be willing to say and help you say</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That once you had opened the valley’s singing day.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_292">[292]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Misgiving"> + <i>Misgiving</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">All crying ‘We will go with you, O Wind!’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The foliage follow him, leaf and stem;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But a sleep oppresses them as they go,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And they end by bidding him stay with them.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Since ever they flung abroad in spring</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The leaves had promised themselves this flight,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Who now would fain seek sheltering wall,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or thicket, or hollow place for the night:</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And now they answer his summoning blast</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With an ever vaguer and vaguer stir,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or at utmost a little reluctant whirl</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That drops them no further than where they were.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I only hope that when I am free</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As they are free to go in quest</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of the knowledge beyond the bounds of life</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It may not seem better to me to rest.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_293">[293]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="A_Hillside_Thaw"> + <i>A Hillside Thaw</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">To think to know the country and not know</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The hillside on the day the sun lets go</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Ten million silver lizards out of snow!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As often as I’ve seen it done before</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I can’t pretend to tell the way it’s done.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It looks as if some magic of the sun</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Lifted the rug that bred them on the floor</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the light breaking on them made them run.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But if I thought to stop the wet stampede,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And caught one silver lizard by the tail,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And put my foot on one without avail,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And threw myself wet-elbowed and wet-kneed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In front of twenty others’ wriggling speed,—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In the confusion of them all aglitter,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And birds that joined in the excited fun</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By doubling and redoubling song and twitter,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I have no doubt I’d end by holding none.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It takes the moon for this. The sun’s a wizard</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By all I tell; but so’s the moon a witch.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From the high west she makes a gentle cast</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And suddenly, without a jerk or twitch,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She has her spell on every single lizard.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I fancied when I looked at six o’clock</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The swarm still ran and scuttled just as fast.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The moon was waiting for her chill effect.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I looked at nine: the swarm was turned to rock</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In every lifelike posture of the swarm,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Transfixed on mountain slopes almost erect.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Across each other and side by side they lay.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The spell that so could hold them as they were</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_294">[294]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Was wrought through trees without a breath of storm</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To make a leaf, if there had been one, stir.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It was the moon’s: she held them until day,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One lizard at the end of every ray.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The thought of my attempting such a stay!</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_295">[295]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Plowmen"> + <i>Plowmen</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">A plow, they say, to plow the snow.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They cannot mean to plant it, though—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Unless in bitterness to mock</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At having cultivated rock.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_296">[296]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="On_a_Tree_Fallen_Across_the_Road"> + <i>On a Tree Fallen Across the Road</i> + </h3> +</div> + +<p class='sub-title'>(TO HEAR US TALK)</p> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The tree the tempest with a crash of wood</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Throws down in front of us is not to bar</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Our passage to our journey’s end for good,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But just to ask us who we think we are</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Insisting always on our own way so.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She likes to halt us in our runner tracks,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And make us get down in a foot of snow</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Debating what to do without an axe.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And yet she knows obstruction is in vain:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We will not be put off the final goal</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We have it hidden in us to attain,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not though we have to seize earth by the pole</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And, tired of aimless circling in one place,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Steer straight off after something into space.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_297">[297]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Our_Singing_Strength"> + <i>Our Singing Strength</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It snowed in spring on earth so dry and warm</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The flakes could find no landing place to form.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Hordes spent themselves to make it wet and cold,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And still they failed of any lasting hold.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They made no white impression on the black.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They disappeared as if earth sent them back.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not till from separate flakes they changed at night</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To almost strips and tapes of ragged white</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Did grass and garden ground confess it snowed,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And all go back to winter but the road.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Next day the scene was piled and puffed and dead.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The grass lay flattened under one great tread.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Borne down until the end almost took root,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The rangey bough anticipated fruit</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With snowballs cupped in every opening bud.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The road alone maintained itself in mud,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Whatever its secret was of greater heat</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From inward fires or brush of passing feet.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">In spring more mortal singers than belong</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To any one place cover us with song.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Thrush, bluebird, blackbird, sparrow, and robin throng;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Some to go further north to Hudson’s Bay,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Some that have come too far north back away,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Really a very few to build and stay.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Now was seen how these liked belated snow.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The fields had nowhere left for them to go;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They’d soon exhausted all there was in flying;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The trees they’d had enough of with once trying</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And setting off their heavy powder load.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They could find nothing open but the road.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So there they let their lives be narrowed in</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_298">[298]</span> <div class="verse indent0">By thousands the bad weather made akin.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The road became a channel running flocks</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of glossy birds like ripples over rocks.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I drove them under foot in bits of flight</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That kept the ground, almost disputing right</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of way with me from apathy of wing,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A talking twitter all they had to sing.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A few I must have driven to despair</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Made quick asides, but having done in air</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A whir among white branches great and small</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As in some too much carven marble hall</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where one false wing beat would have brought down</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Came tamely back in front of me, the Drover,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To suffer the same driven nightmare over.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One such storm in a lifetime couldn’t teach them</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That back behind pursuit it couldn’t reach them;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">None flew behind me to be left alone.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Well, something for a snowstorm to have shown</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The country’s singing strength thus brought together,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That though repressed and moody with the weather</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Was none the less there ready to be freed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And sing the wildflowers up from root and seed.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_299">[299]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Lockless_Door"> + <i>The Lockless Door</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It went many years,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But at last came a knock,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I thought of the door</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With no lock to lock.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I blew out the light,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I tip-toed the floor,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And raised both hands</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In prayer to the door.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">But the knock came again.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My window was wide;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I climbed on the sill</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And descended outside.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Back over the sill</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I bade a ‘Come in’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To whatever the knock</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At the door may have been.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">So at a knock</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I emptied my cage</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To hide in the world</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And alter with age.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_300">[300]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Need_of_Being_Versed"> + <i>The Need of Being Versed in<br> + Country Things</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The house had gone to bring again</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To the midnight sky a sunset glow.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Now the chimney was all of the house that stood,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like a pistil after the petals go.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The barn opposed across the way,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That would have joined the house in flame</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Had it been the will of the wind, was left</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To bear forsaken the place’s name.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">No more it opened with all one end</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For teams that came by the stony road</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To drum on the floor with scurrying hoofs</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And brush the mow with the summer load.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The birds that came to it through the air</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At broken windows flew out and in,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Their murmur more like the sigh we sigh</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From too much dwelling on what has been.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Yet for them the lilac renewed its leaf,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the aged elm, though touched with fire;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the dry pump flung up an awkward arm;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the fence post carried a strand of wire.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">For them there was really nothing sad.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But though they rejoiced in the nest they kept,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One had to be versed in country things</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not to believe the phoebes wept.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_301">[301]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="WEST-RUNNING_BROOK"> + WEST-RUNNING BROOK + </h2> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_302"></a><a id="Page_303"></a>[303]</span></p> + +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Spring_Pools"> + <i>Spring Pools</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">These pools that, though in forests, still reflect</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The total sky almost without defect,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Will like the flowers beside them soon be gone,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And yet not out by any brook or river,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But up by roots to bring dark foliage on.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The trees that have it in their pent-up buds</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To darken nature and be summer woods—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Let them think twice before they use their powers</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To blot out and drink up and sweep away</div> + <div class="verse indent0">These flowery waters and these watery flowers</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From snow that melted only yesterday.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_304">[304]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Freedom_of_the_Moon"> + <i>The Freedom of the Moon</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ve tried the new moon tilted in the air</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As you might try a jewel in your hair.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ve tried it fine with little breadth of lustre,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Alone, or in one ornament combining</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With one first-water star almost as shining.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I put it shining anywhere I please.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By walking slowly on some evening later,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ve pulled it from a crate of crooked trees,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And brought it over glossy water, greater,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And dropped it in, and seen the image wallow,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The color run, all sorts of wonder follow.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_305">[305]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Rose_Family"> + <i>The Rose Family</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The rose is a rose,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And was always a rose.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But the theory now goes</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That the apple’s a rose,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the pear is, and so’s</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The plum, I suppose.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The dear only knows</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What will next prove a rose.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You, of course, are a rose—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But were always a rose.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_306">[306]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Fireflies_in_the_Garden"> + <i>Fireflies in the Garden</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And here on earth come emulating flies,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That though they never equal stars in size,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(And they were never really stars at heart)</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Achieve at times a very star-like start.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Only, of course, they can’t sustain the part.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_307">[307]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Atmosphere"> + <i>Atmosphere</i> + </h3> +</div> + +<p class='sub-title'>INSCRIPTION FOR A GARDEN WALL</p> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Winds blow the open grassy places bleak;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But where this old wall burns a sunny cheek,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They eddy over it too toppling weak</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To blow the earth or anything self-clear;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Moisture and color and odor thicken here.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The hours of daylight gather atmosphere.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_308">[308]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Devotion"> + <i>Devotion</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The heart can think of no devotion</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Greater than being shore to the ocean—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Holding the curve of one position,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Counting an endless repetition.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_309">[309]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="On_Going_Unnoticed"> + <i>On Going Unnoticed</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">As vain to raise a voice as a sigh</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In the tumult of free leaves on high.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What are you in the shadow of trees</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Engaged up there with the light and breeze?</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Less than the coral-root you know</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That is content with the daylight low,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And has no leaves at all of its own;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Whose spotted flowers hang meanly down.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">You grasp the bark by a rugged pleat,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And look up small from the forest’s feet.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The only leaf it drops goes wide,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Your name not written on either side.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">You linger your little hour and are gone,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And still the woods sweep leafily on,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not even missing the coral-root flower</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You took as a trophy of the hour.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_310">[310]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Cocoon"> + <i>The Cocoon</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">As far as I can see this autumn haze</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That spreading in the evening air both ways,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Makes the new moon look anything but new,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And pours the elm-tree meadow full of blue,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Is all the smoke from one poor house alone</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With but one chimney it can call its own;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So close it will not light an early light,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Keeping its life so close and out of sight</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No one for hours has set a foot outdoors</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So much as to take care of evening chores.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The inmates may be lonely women-folk.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I want to tell them that with all this smoke</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They prudently are spinning their cocoon</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And anchoring it to an earth and moon</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From which no winter gale can hope to blow it,—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Spinning their own cocoon did they but know it.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_311">[311]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="A_Passing_Glimpse"> + <i>A Passing Glimpse</i> + </h3> +</div> + +<p class='dedication'> + To Ridgley Torrence<br> + On Last Looking Into His ‘Hesperides’ +</p> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I often see flowers from a passing car</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That are gone before I can tell what they are.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I want to get out of the train and go back</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To see what they were beside the track.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I name all the flowers I am sure they weren’t:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not fireweed loving where woods have burnt—</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Not blue bells gracing a tunnel mouth—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not lupine living on sand and drouth.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Was something brushed across my mind</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That no one on earth will ever find?</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Heaven gives its glimpses only to those</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not in position to look too close.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_312">[312]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="A_Peck_of_Gold"> + <i>A Peck of Gold</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Dust always blowing about the town,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Except when sea-fog laid it down,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I was one of the children told</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Some of the blowing dust was gold.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">All the dust the wind blew high</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Appeared like gold in the sunset sky,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But I was one of the children told</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Some of the dust was really gold.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Such was life in the Golden Gate:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Gold dusted all we drank and ate,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I was one of the children told,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘We all must eat our peck of gold.’</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_313">[313]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Acceptance"> + <i>Acceptance</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And goes down burning into the gulf below,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At what has happened. Birds, at least, must know</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It is the change to darkness in the sky.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Murmuring something quiet in her breast,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One bird begins to close a faded eye;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or overtaken too far from his nest,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Hurrying low above the grove, some waif</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Swoops just in time to his remembered tree.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At most he thinks or twitters softly, ‘Safe!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Now let the night be dark for all of me.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Let the night be too dark for me to see</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Into the future. Let what will be, be.’</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_314">[314]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Once_by_the_Pacific"> + <i>Once by the Pacific</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The shattered water made a misty din.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Great waves looked over others coming in,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And thought of doing something to the shore</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That water never did to land before.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The clouds were low and hairy in the skies,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You could not tell, and yet it looked as if</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The cliff in being backed by continent;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It looked as if a night of dark intent</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Was coming, and not only a night, an age.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Someone had better be prepared for rage.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There would be more than ocean-water broken</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Before God’s last <em>Put out the Light</em> was spoken.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_315">[315]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Lodged"> + <i>Lodged</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The rain to the wind said</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You push and I’ll pelt.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They so smote the garden bed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That the flowers actually knelt,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And lay lodged—though not dead.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I know how the flowers felt.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_316">[316]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="A_Minor_Bird"> + <i>A Minor Bird</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I have wished a bird would fly away,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And not sing by my house all day;</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Have clapped my hands at him from the door</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When it seemed as if I could bear no more.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The fault must partly have been in me.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The bird was not to blame for his key.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And of course there must be something wrong</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In wanting to silence any song.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_317">[317]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Bereft"> + <i>Bereft</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Where had I heard this wind before</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Change like this to a deeper roar?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What would it take my standing there for,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Holding open a restive door,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Looking down hill to a frothy shore?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Summer was past and day was past.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Sombre clouds in the west were massed.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Out in the porch’s sagging floor,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Leaves got up in a coil and hissed,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Blindly struck at my knee and missed.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Something sinister in the tone</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Told me my secret must be known:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Word I was in the house alone</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Somehow must have gotten abroad,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Word I was in my life alone,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Word I had no one left but God.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_318">[318]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Tree_at_My_Window"> + <i>Tree at My Window</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Tree at my window, window tree,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My sash is lowered when night comes on;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But let there never be curtain drawn</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Between you and me.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Vague dream-head lifted out of the ground,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And thing next most diffuse to cloud,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not all your light tongues talking aloud</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Could be profound.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">But tree, I have seen you taken and tossed,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And if you have seen me when I slept,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You have seen me when I was taken and swept</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And all but lost.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">That day she put our heads together,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Fate had her imagination about her,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Your head so much concerned with outer,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Mine with inner, weather.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_319">[319]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Peaceful_Shepherd"> + <i>The Peaceful Shepherd</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">If heaven were to do again,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And on the pasture bars,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I leaned to line the figures in</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Between the dotted stars,</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I should be tempted to forget,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I fear, the Crown of Rule,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The Scales of Trade, the Cross of Faith,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As hardly worth renewal.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">For these have governed in our lives,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And see how men have warred.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The Cross, the Crown, the Scales may all</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As well have been the Sword.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_320">[320]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Thatch"> + <i>The Thatch</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Out alone in the winter rain,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Intent on giving and taking pain.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But never was I far out of sight</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of a certain upper-window light.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The light was what it was all about:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I would not go in till the light went out;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It would not go out till I came in.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Well, we should see which one would win,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We should see which one would be first to yield.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The world was a black invisible field.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The rain by rights was snow for cold.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The wind was another layer of mould.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But the strangest thing: in the thick old thatch,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where summer birds had been given hatch,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Had fed in chorus, and lived to fledge,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Some still were living in hermitage.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And as I passed along the eaves,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So low I brushed the straw with my sleeves,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I flushed birds out of hole after hole,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Into the darkness. It grieved my soul,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It started a grief within a grief,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To think their case was beyond relief—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They could not go flying about in search</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of their nest again, nor find a perch.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They must brood where they fell in mulch and mire,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Trusting feathers and inward fire</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Till daylight made it safe for a flyer.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My greater grief was by so much reduced</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As I thought of them without nest or roost.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That was how that grief started to melt.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They tell me the cottage where we dwelt,</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_321">[321]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Its wind-torn thatch goes now unmended;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Its life of hundreds of years has ended</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By letting the rain I knew outdoors</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In on to the upper chamber floors.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_322">[322]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="A_Winter_Eden"> + <i>A Winter Eden</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">A winter garden in an alder swamp,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where conies now come out to sun and romp,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As near a paradise as it can be</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And not melt snow or start a dormant tree.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It lifts existence on a plane of snow</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One level higher than the earth below,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One level nearer heaven overhead,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And last year’s berries shining scarlet red.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It lifts a gaunt luxuriating beast</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where he can stretch and hold his highest feast</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On some wild apple tree’s young tender bark,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What well may prove the year’s high girdle mark.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">So near to paradise all pairing ends:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Here loveless birds now flock as winter friends,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Content with bud-inspecting. They presume</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To say which buds are leaf and which are bloom.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">A feather-hammer gives a double knock.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">This Eden day is done at two o’clock.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">An hour of winter day might seem too short</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To make it worth life’s while to wake and sport.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_323">[323]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Flood"> + <i>The Flood</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Blood has been harder to dam back than water.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Just when we think we have it impounded safe</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Behind new barrier walls (and let it chafe!),</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It breaks away in some new kind of slaughter.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We choose to say it is let loose by the devil;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But power of blood itself releases blood.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It goes by might of being such a flood</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Held high at so unnatural a level.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It will have outlet, brave and not so brave.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Weapons of war and implements of peace</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Are but the points at which it finds release.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And now it is once more the tidal wave</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That when it has swept by leaves summits stained.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Oh, blood will out. It cannot be contained.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_324">[324]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Acquainted_With_the_Night"> + <i>Acquainted With the Night</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I have been one acquainted with the night.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I have outwalked the furthest city light.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I have looked down the saddest city lane.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I have passed by the watchman on his beat</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When far away an interrupted cry</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Came over houses from another street,</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">But not to call me back or say good-bye;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And further still at an unearthly height,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One luminary clock against the sky</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I have been one acquainted with the night.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_325">[325]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Lovely_Shall_Be_Choosers"> + <i>The Lovely Shall Be Choosers</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The Voice said, ‘Hurl her down!’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The Voices, ‘How far down?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Seven levels of the world.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘How much time have we?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Take twenty years.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She <em>would</em> refuse love safe with wealth and honor!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The lovely shall be choosers, shall they?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then let them choose!’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Then we shall let her choose?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Yes, let her choose.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Take up the task beyond her choosing.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Invisible hands crowded on her shoulder</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In readiness to weigh upon her.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But she stood straight still,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In broad round ear-rings, gold and jet with pearls</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And broad round suchlike brooch,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Her cheeks high colored,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Proud and the pride of friends.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The Voice asked, ‘You can let her choose?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Yes, we can let her and still triumph.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Do it by joys, and leave her always blameless.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Be her first joy her wedding,</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_326">[326]</span> <div class="verse indent0">That though a wedding,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Is yet—well something they know, he and she.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And after that her next joy</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That though she grieves, her grief is secret:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Those friends know nothing of her grief to make it shameful.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Her third joy that though now they cannot help but know,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They move in pleasure too far off</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To think much or much care.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Give her a child at either knee for fourth joy</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To tell once and once only, for them never to forget,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">How once she walked in brightness,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And make them see it in the winter firelight.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But give her friends for then she dare not tell</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For their foregone incredulousness.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And be her next joy this:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Her never having deigned to tell them.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Make her among the humblest even</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Seem to them less than they are.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Hopeless of being known for what she has been,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Failing of being loved for what she is,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Give her the comfort for her sixth of knowing</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She fails from strangeness to a way of life</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She came to from too high too late to learn.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then send some <em>one</em> with eyes to see</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And wonder at her where she is,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And words to wonder in her hearing how she came there,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But without time to linger for her story.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Be her last joy her heart’s going out to this one</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So that she almost speaks.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You know them—seven in all.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Trust us,’ the Voices said.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_327">[327]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="West-running_Brook"> + <i>West-running Brook</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Fred, where is north?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent24">‘North? North is there, my love.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The brook runs west.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent22">‘West-running Brook then call it.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(West-running Brook men call it to this day.)</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘What does it think it’s doing running west</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When all the other country brooks flow east</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To reach the ocean? It must be the brook</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Can trust itself to go by contraries</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The way I can with you—and you with me—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Because we’re—we’re—I don’t know what we are.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What are we?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent14">‘Young or new?’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent30">‘We must be something.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We’ve said we two. Let’s change that to we three.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As you and I are married to each other,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We’ll both be married to the brook. We’ll build</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Our bridge across it, and the bridge shall be</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Our arm thrown over it asleep beside it.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Look, look, it’s waving to us with a wave</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To let us know it hears me.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent28">‘Why, my dear,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That wave’s been standing off this jut of shore—’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(The black stream, catching on a sunken rock,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Flung backward on itself in one white wave,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the white water rode the black forever,</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_328">[328]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Not gaining but not losing, like a bird</div> + <div class="verse indent0">White feathers from the struggle of whose breast</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Flecked the dark stream and flecked the darker pool</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Below the point, and were at last driven wrinkled</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In a white scarf against the far shore alders.)</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘That wave’s been standing off this jut of shore</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Ever since rivers, I was going to say,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Were made in heaven. It wasn’t waved to us.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘It wasn’t, yet it was. If not to you</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It was to me—in an annunciation.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0"><span id='cor_328'>‘Oh, if you take it</span> off to lady-land,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As’t were the country of the Amazons</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We men must see you to the confines of</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And leave you there, ourselves forbid to enter,—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It is your brook! I have no more to say.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Yes, you have, too. Go on. You thought of something.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Speaking of contraries, see how the brook</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In that white wave runs counter to itself.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It is from that in water we were from</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Long, long before we were from any creature.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Here we, in our impatience of the steps,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Get back to the beginning of beginnings,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The stream of everything that runs away.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Some say existence like a Pirouot</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And Pirouette, forever in one place,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Stands still and dances, but it runs away,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It seriously, sadly, runs away</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To fill the abyss’ void with emptiness.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It flows beside us in this water brook,</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_329">[329]</span> <div class="verse indent0">But it flows over us. It flows between us</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To separate us for a panic moment.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It flows between us, over us, and <em>with</em> us.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And it is time, strength, tone, light, life and love—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And even substance lapsing unsubstantial;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The universal cataract of death</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That spends to nothingness—and unresisted,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Save by some strange resistance in itself,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not just a swerving, but a throwing back,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As if regret were in it and were sacred.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It has this throwing backward on itself</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So that the fall of most of it is always</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Raising a little, sending up a little.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Our life runs down in sending up the clock.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The brook runs down in sending up our life.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The sun runs down in sending up the brook.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And there is something sending up the sun.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It is this backward motion toward the source,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Against the stream, that most we see ourselves in,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The tribute of the current to the source.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It is from this in nature we are from.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It is most us.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent16">‘Today will be the day</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You said so.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent14">‘No, today will be the day</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You said the brook was called West-running Brook.’</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">‘Today will be the day of what we both said.’</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_330">[330]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Sand_Dunes"> + <i>Sand Dunes</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Sea waves are green and wet,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But up from where they die,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Rise others vaster yet,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And those are brown and dry.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">They are the sea made land</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To come at the fisher town,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And bury in solid sand</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The men she could not drown.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">She may know cove and cape,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But she does not know mankind</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If by any change of shape,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She hopes to cut off mind.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Men left her a ship to sink:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They can leave her a hut as well;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And be but more free to think</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For the one more cast off shell.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_331">[331]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Canis_Major"> + <i>Canis Major</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The great Overdog,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That heavenly beast</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With a star in one eye,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Gives a leap in the east.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He dances upright</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All the way to the west</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And never once drops</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On his forefeet to rest.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I’m a poor underdog,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But tonight I will bark</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With the great Overdog</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That romps through the dark.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_332">[332]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="A_Soldier"> + <i>A Soldier</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But still lies pointed as it plowed the dust.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If we who sight along it round the world,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">See nothing worthy to have been its mark,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It is because like men we look too near,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Forgetting that as fitted to the sphere,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Our missiles always make too short an arc.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They fall, they rip the grass, they intersect</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The curve of earth, and striking, break their own;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They make us cringe for metal-point on stone.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But this we know, the obstacle that checked</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And tripped the body, shot the spirit on</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Further than target ever showed or shone.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_333">[333]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Immigrants"> + <i>Immigrants</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">No ship of all that under sail or steam</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Have gathered people to us more and more</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But Pilgrim-manned the Mayflower in a dream</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Has been her anxious convoy in to shore.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_334">[334]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Hannibal"> + <i>Hannibal</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Was there ever a cause too lost,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Ever a cause that was lost too long,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or that showed with the lapse of time too vain</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For the generous tears of youth and song?</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_335">[335]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Flower_Boat"> + <i>The Flower Boat</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The fisherman’s swapping a yarn for a yarn</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Under the hand of the village barber,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And here in the angle of house and barn</div> + <div class="verse indent0">His deep-sea dory has found a harbor.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">At anchor she rides the sunny sod</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As full to the gunnel of flowers growing</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As ever she turned her home with cod</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From George’s bank when winds were blowing.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And I judge from that Elysian freight</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That all they ask is rougher weather,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And dory and master will sail by fate</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To seek for the Happy Isles together.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_336">[336]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Times_Table"> + <i>The Times Table</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">More than half way up the pass</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Was a spring with a broken drinking glass,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And whether the farmer drank or not</div> + <div class="verse indent0">His mare was sure to observe the spot</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By cramping the wheel on a water-bar,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Turning her forehead with a star,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And straining her ribs for a monster sigh;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To which the farmer would make reply,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘A sigh for every so many breath,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And for every so many sigh a death.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That’s what I always tell my wife</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Is the multiplication table of life.’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The saying may be ever so true;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But it’s just the kind of a thing that you,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Nor I, nor nobody else may say,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Unless our purpose is doing harm,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And then I know of no better way</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To close a road, abandon a farm,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Reduce the births of the human race,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And bring back nature in people’s place.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_337">[337]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Investment"> + <i>The Investment</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Over back where they speak of life as staying</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(‘You couldn’t call it living, for it ain’t’),</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There was an old, old house renewed with paint,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And in it a piano loudly playing.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Out in the ploughed ground in the cold a digger,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Among unearthed potatoes standing still,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Was counting winter dinners, one a hill,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With half an ear to the piano’s vigor.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">All that piano and new paint back there,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Was it some money suddenly come into?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or some extravagance young love had been to?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or old love on an impulse not to care—</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Not to sink under being man and wife,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But get some color and music out of life?</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_338">[338]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Last_Mowing"> + <i>The Last Mowing</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">There’s a place called Far-away Meadow</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We never shall mow in again,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or such is the talk at the farmhouse:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The meadow is finished with men.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then now is the chance for the flowers</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That can’t stand mowers and plowers.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It must be now; though, in season</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Before the not mowing brings trees on,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Before trees, seeing the opening,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">March into a shadowy claim.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The trees are all I’m afraid of,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That flowers can’t bloom in the shade of;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s no more men I’m afraid of;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The meadow is done with the tame.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The place for the moment is ours</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For you, oh tumultuous flowers,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To go to waste and go wild in,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All shapes and colors of flowers,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I needn’t call you by name.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_339">[339]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Birthplace"> + <i>The Birthplace</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Here further up the mountain slope</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Than there was ever any hope,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My father built, enclosed a spring,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Strung chains of wall round everything,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Subdued the growth of earth to grass,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And brought our various lives to pass.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A dozen girls and boys we were.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The mountain seemed to like the stir,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And made of us a little while—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With always something in her smile.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Today she wouldn’t know our name.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(No girl’s, of course, has stayed the same.)</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The mountain pushed us off her knees.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And now her lap is full of trees.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_340">[340]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Door_in_the_Dark"> + <i>The Door in the Dark</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">In going from room to room in the dark,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I reached out blindly to save my face,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But neglected, however lightly, to lace</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My fingers and close my arms in an arc.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A slim door got in past my guard,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And hit me a blow in the head so hard</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I had my native simile jarred.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So people and things don’t pair any more</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With what they used to pair with before.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_341">[341]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Dust_in_the_Eyes"> + <i>Dust in the Eyes</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">If, as they say, some dust thrown in my eyes</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Will keep my talk from getting overwise,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’m not the one for putting off the proof.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Let it be overwhelming, off a roof</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And round a corner, blizzard snow for dust,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And blind me to a standstill if it must.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_342">[342]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Sitting_by_a_Bush"> + <i>Sitting by a Bush in Broad + Sunlight</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">When I spread out my hand here today,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I catch no more than a ray</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To feel of between thumb and fingers;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No lasting effect of it lingers.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">There was one time and only the one</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When dust really took in the sun;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And from that one intake of fire</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All creatures still warmly suspire.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And if men have watched a long time</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And never seen sun-smitten slime</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Again come to life and crawl off,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We must not be too ready to scoff.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">God once declared he was true</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And then took the veil and withdrew,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And remember how final a hush</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then descended of old on the bush.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">God once spoke to people by name.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The sun once imparted its flame.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One impulse persists as our breath;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The other persists as our faith.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_343">[343]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Armful"> + <i>The Armful</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">For every parcel I stoop down to seize,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I lose some other off my arms and knees,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Extremes too hard to comprehend at once,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Yet nothing I should care to leave behind.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With all I have to hold with, hand and mind</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And heart, if need be, I will do my best</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To keep their building balanced at my breast.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I crouch down to prevent them as they fall;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then sit down in the middle of them all.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I had to drop the armful in the road</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And try to stack them in a better load.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_344">[344]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="What_Fifty_Said"> + <i>What Fifty Said</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">When I was young my teachers were the old.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I gave up fire for form till I was cold.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I suffered like a metal being cast.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I went to school to age to learn the past.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Now I am old my teachers are the young.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What can’t be moulded must be cracked and sprung.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I strain at lessons fit to start a suture.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I go to school to youth to learn the future.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_345">[345]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="Riders"> + <i>Riders</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The surest thing there is is we are riders,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And though none too successful at it, guiders,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Through everything presented, land and tide</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And now the very air, of what we ride.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">What is this talked-of mystery of birth</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But being mounted bareback on the earth?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We can just see the infant up astride,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">His small fist buried in the bushy hide.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">There is our wildest mount—a headless horse.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But though it runs unbridled off its course,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And all our blandishments would seem defied,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We have ideas yet that we haven’t tried.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_346">[346]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="On_Looking_Up_By_Chance_at"> + <i>On Looking Up By Chance at<br> + the Constellations</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">You’ll wait a long, long time for anything much</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the Northern Lights that run like tingling nerves.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Nor strike out fire from each other, nor crash out loud.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The planets seem to interfere in their curves,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But nothing ever happens, no harm is done.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We may as well go patiently on with our life,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And look elsewhere than to stars and moon and sun</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For the shocks and changes we need to keep us sane.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It is true the longest drouth will end in rain,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The longest peace in China will end in strife.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Still it wouldn’t reward the watcher to stay awake</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In hopes of seeing the calm of heaven break</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On his particular time and personal sight.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That calm seems certainly safe to last tonight.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_347">[347]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Bear"> + <i>The Bear</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The bear puts both arms around the tree above her</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And draws it down as if it were a lover</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And its choke cherries lips to kiss good-bye,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then lets it snap back upright in the sky.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Her next step rocks a boulder on the wall</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(She’s making her cross-country in the fall).</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Her great weight creaks the barbed-wire in its staples</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As she flings over and off down through the maples,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Leaving on one wire tooth a lock of hair.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Such is the uncaged progress of the bear.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The world has room to make a bear feel free;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The universe seems cramped to you and me.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Man acts more like the poor bear in a cage</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That all day fights a nervous inward rage,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">His mood rejecting all his mind suggests.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He paces back and forth and never rests</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The toe-nail click and shuffle of his feet,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The telescope at one end of his beat,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And at the other end the microscope,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Two instruments of nearly equal hope,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And in conjunction giving quite a spread.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or if he rests from scientific tread,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">’Tis only to sit back and sway his head</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Through ninety odd degrees of arc, it seems,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Between two metaphysical extremes.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He sits back on his fundamental butt</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With lifted snout and eyes (if any) shut,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(He almost looks religious but he’s not),</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And back and forth he sways from cheek to cheek,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At one extreme agreeing with one Greek,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At the other agreeing with another Greek</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_348">[348]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Which may be thought, but only so to speak.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A baggy figure, equally pathetic</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When sedentary and when peripatetic.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"><p class='x-ebookmaker-keep'> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_349">[349]</span></p> + + + <h3 class="nobreak" id="The_Egg_and_the_Machine"> + <i>The Egg and the Machine</i> + </h3> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He gave the solid rail a hateful kick.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From far away there came an answering tick</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And then another tick. He knew the code:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">His hate had roused an engine up the road.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He wished when he had had the track alone</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He had attacked it with a club or stone</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And bent some rail wide open like a switch</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So as to wreck the engine in the ditch.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Too late though, now, he had himself to thank.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Its click was rising to a nearer clank.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Here it came breasting like a horse in skirts.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(He stood well back for fear of scalding squirts.)</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then for a moment all there was was size</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Confusion and a roar that drowned the cries</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He raised against the gods in the machine.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then once again the sandbank lay serene.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The traveler’s eye picked up a turtle trail,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Between the dotted feet a streak of tail,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And followed it to where he made out vague</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But certain signs of buried turtle’s egg;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And probing with one finger not too rough,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He found suspicious sand, and sure enough,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The pocket of a little turtle mine.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If there was one egg in it there were nine,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Torpedo-like, with shell of gritty leather</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All packed in sand to wait the trump together.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘You’d better not disturb me any more,’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He told the distance, ‘I am armed for war.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The next machine that has the power to pass</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Will get this plasm in its goggle glass.’</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter transnote"> + <h2 class="nobreak" id="Transcribers_Note"> + Transcriber’s Note + </h2> + + +<ul> +<li>“The Pasture” added to the Table of Contents.</li> + +<li>All spelling and hyphenation kept as in the original, except for +the following: + +<ul> + <li><a href='#cor_328'>p. 328</a>: “Oh, if you take if” changed to “Oh, if you take it”</li> +</ul> +</li> +</ul> +</div> +<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 78327 ***</div> +</body> +</html> diff --git a/78327-h/images/cover.jpg b/78327-h/images/cover.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..e5fd2c6 --- /dev/null +++ b/78327-h/images/cover.jpg diff --git a/78327-h/images/i-001.jpg b/78327-h/images/i-001.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..51065f8 --- /dev/null +++ b/78327-h/images/i-001.jpg diff --git a/78327-h/images/title-illustration.jpg b/78327-h/images/title-illustration.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..cc3ea94 --- /dev/null +++ b/78327-h/images/title-illustration.jpg |
