The Sweet Of Bitter Bark And Burning

When I See Birches Bend To Left And Right... I Like To Think Some Boy's Been Swinging Them.

The Sun Was Warm But The Wind Was Chill. You Know How It Is With An April Day. When The Sun Is Out And The Wind Is Still, You're One Month On In The Middle Of May. But If You So Much As Dare To Speak, A Cloud Come Over The Sunlit Arch, And Wind Comes Off A Frozen Peak, And You're Two Months Back In The Middle Of March.

Have I Not Walked Without An Upward Look Of Caution Under Stars That Very Well Might Not Have Missed Me When They Shot And Fell? It Was A Risk I Had To Take-and Took.

Nothing Is Quite Honest That Is Not Commercial, But Not Everything Commercial Is Honest.

Not Yesterday I Learned To Know The Love Of Bare November Days Before The Coming Of The Snow.