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No more to strip the roses from	A
The rose boughs of her porch's place	B
I dreamed last night that I was home	C
Beside a rose her face	B
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I must have smiled in sleep who knows	D
The rose aroma filled the lane	E
I saw her white hand's lifted rose	D
That called me home again	F
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And yet when I awoke so wan	G
An old face wet with icy tears	H
Somehow it seems sleep had misdrawn	G
A love gone thirty years	I
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II	J
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The clouds roll up and the clouds roll down	G
Over the roofs of the little town	G
Out in the hills where the pike winds by	K
Fields of clover and bottoms of rye	K
You will hear no sound but the barking cough	L
Of the striped chipmunk where the lane leads off	M
You will hear no bird but the sapsuckers	I
Far off in the forest that seems to purr	N
As the warm wind fondles its top grown hot	O
Like the docile back of an ocelot	O
You will see no thing but the shine and shade	P
Of briers that climb and of weeds that wade	P
The glittering creeks of the light that fills	I
The dusty road and the red keel hills	I
And all day long in the pennyroy'l	Q
The grasshoppers at their anvils toil	Q
Thick click of their tireless hammers thrum	C
And the wheezy belts of their bellows hum	C
Tinkers who solder the silence and heat	R
To make the loneliness more complete	R
Around old rails where the blackberries	I
Are reddening ripe and the bumble bees	I
Are a drowsy rustle of Summer's skirts	I
And the bob white's wing is the fan she flirts	I
Under the hill through the iron weeds	I
And ox eyed daisies and milkweeds leads	I
The path forgotten of all but one	G
Where elder bushes are sick with sun	G
And wild raspberries branch big blue veins	I
O'er the face of the rock where the old spring rains	I
Its sparkling splinters of molten spar	S
On the gravel bed where the tadpoles are	S
You will find the pales of the fallen fence	I
And the tangled orchard and vineyard dense	I
With the weedy neglect of thirty years	I
The garden there where the soft sky clears	I
Like an old sweet face that has dried its tears	I
The garden plot where the cabbage grew	T
And the pompous pumpkin and beans that blew	T
Balloons of white by the melon patch	U
Maize and tomatoes that seemed to catch	U
Oblong amber and agate balls	I
Thrown from the sun in the frosty falls	I
Long rows of currants and gooseberries	I
And the balsam gourd with its honey bees	I
And here was a nook for the princess plumes	I
The snap dragons and the poppy blooms	I
Mother's sweet williams and pansy flowers	I
And the morning glories' bewildered bowers	I
Tipping their cornucopias up	V
For the humming birds that came to sup	V
And over it all was the Sabbath peace	I
Of the land whose lap was the love of these	I
And the old log house where my innocence died	W
With my boyhood buried side by side	W
Shall a man with a face as withered and gray	X
As the wasp nest stowed in a loft away	X
Where the hornets haunt and the mortar drops	I
From the loosened logs of the clap board tops	I
Whom vice has aged as the rotting rooms	I
The rain where memories haunt the glooms	I
A hitch in his joints like the rheum that gnats	I
In the rasping hinge of the door that jars	I
A harsh cracked throat like the old stone flue	T
Where the swallows build the summer through	T
Shall a man I say with the spider sins	I
That the long years spin in the outs and ins	I
Of his soul returning to see once more	Y
His boyhood's home where his life was poor	Z
With toil and tears and their fretfulness	I
But rich with health and the hopes that bless	I
The unsoiled wealth of a vigorous youth	A2
Shall he not take comfort and know the truth	A2
In its threadbare raiment of falsehood Yea	X
In his crumbled past he shall kneel and pray	X
Like a pilgrim come to the shrine again	G
Of the homely saints that shall soothe his pain	G
And arise and depart made clean from stain	G
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III	J
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Years of care can not erase	I
Visions of the hills and trees	I
Closing in the dam and race	I
Not the mile long memories	I
Of the mill stream's lovely place	I
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How the sunsets used to stain	G
Mirror of the water lying	B2
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Under eaves made dark with rain	G
Where the red bird westward flying	B2
Lit to try one song again	G
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Dingles hills and woods and springs	I
Where we came in calm and storm	C
Swinging in the grape vine swings	I
Wading where the rocks were warm	C
With our fishing nets and strings	I
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Here the road plunged down the hill	Q
Under ash and chinquapin	G
Where the grasshoppers would drill	Q
Ears of silence with their din	G
To the willow girdled mill	Q
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There the path beyond the ford	C2
Takes the woodside just below	Q
Shallows that the lilies sword	C2
Where the scarlet blossoms blow	Q
Of the trumpet vine and gourd	C2
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Summer winds that sink with heat	R
On the pelted waters winnow	Q
Moony petals that repeat	R
Crescents where the startled minnow	Q
Beats a glittering retreat	R
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Summer winds that bear the scent	D2
Of the iron weed and mint	E2
Weary with sweet freight and spent	D2
On the deeper pools imprint	E2
Stumbling steps in many a dent	D2
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Summer winds that split the husk	F2
Of the peach and nectarine	Q
Trail along the amber dusk	F2
Hazy skirts of gray and green	Q
Spilling balms of dew and musk	F2
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Where with balls of bursting juice	I
Summer sees the red wild plum	C
Strew the gravel ripened loose	I
Autumn hears the pawpaw drum	C
Plumpness on the rocks that bruise	I
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There we found the water beech	G2
One forgotten August noon	Q
With a hornet nest in reach	G2
Like a fairyland balloon	Q
Full of bustling fairy speech	G2
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Some invasion sure it was	I
For we heard the captains scold	H2
Waspish cavalry a buzz	I
Troopers uniformed in gold	H2
Sable slashed to charge on us	I
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Could I find the sedgy angle	Q
Where the dragon flies would turn	Q
Slender flittings into spangle	Q
On the sunlight or would burn	Q
Where the berries made a tangle	Q
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Sparkling green and brassy blue	T
Rendezvousing by the stream	C
Bands of elf banditti who	T
Brigands of the bloom and beam	C
Drunken were with honey dew	T
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Could I find the pond that lay	X
Where vermilion blossoms showered	I2
Fragrance down the daisied way	X
That the sassafras embowered	I2
With the spice of early May	X
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Could I find it did I seek	J2
The old mill Its weather beaten	Q
Wheel and gable by the creek	J2
With its warping roof worm eaten	Q
Dusty rafters worn and weak	J2
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Where old shadows haunt old places	I
Loft and hopper stair and bin	Q
Ghostly with the dust that laces	I
Webs that usher phantoms in	Q
Wistful with remembered faces	I
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While the frogs' grave litanies	I
Drowse in far off antiphone	Q
Supplicating till the eyes	I
Of dead friendships long alone	Q
In the dusky corners rise	I
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Moonrays or the splintered slip	K2
Of a star within the darkling	J2
Twilight where the fire flies dip	K2
As if Night a myriad sparkling	J2
Jewels from her hands let slip	K2
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While again some farm boy crosses	I
With a corn sack for the meal	Q
O'er the creek through ferns and mosses	I
Sprinkled by the old mill wheel	Q
Where the water drips and tosses	I