151. The Blueberries “You ought to have seen what I saw on my way
To the village, through Mortenson's pasture to-day:Blueberries as big as the end of your thumb,
152. Birches When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
153. Bereft Where had I heard this wind before
Change like this to a deeper roar?What would it take my standing there for,
154. Asking For Roses A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master,
With doors that none but the wind ever closes,Its floor all littered with glass and with plaster;
155. An Old Man’s Winter Night All out of doors looked darkly in at him
Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars,That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.
156. An Encounter Once on the kind of day called “weather breeder,”
When the heat slowly hazes and the sunBy its own power seems to be undone,
157. After Apple-picking My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still.And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
158. Acquainted With The Night I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain-and back in rain.I have outwalked the furthest city light.
159. A Time To Talk When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,I don't stand still and look around
160. A Soldier He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,
That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,But still lies pointed as it plowed the dust.
161. A Servant To Servants I didn't make you know how glad I was
To have you come and camp here on our land.I promised myself to get down some day
162. A Question A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,If all the soul-and-body scars
163. A Prayer In Spring Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far awayAs the uncertain harvest; keep us here
164. A Patch Of Old Snow There's a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessedWas a blow-away paper the rain
165. A Minor Bird I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;
166. A Line-storm Song The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift.
The road is forlorn all day,Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift,
167. A Late Walk When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
168. A Hundred Collars Lancaster bore him-such a little town,
Such a great man. It doesn't see him oftenOf late years, though he keeps the old homestead
169. A Girl’s Garden A neighbor of mine in the village
Likes to tell how one springWhen she was a girl on the farm, she did
170. A Dream Pang I had withdrawn in forest, and my song
Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alway;And to the forest edge you came one day
171. A Cliff Dwelling There sandy seems the golden sky
And golden seems the sandy plain.No habitation meets the eye
172. A Brook In The City The farmhouse lingers, though averse to square
With the new city street it has to wearA number in. But what about the brook
173. A Boundless Moment He halted in the wind, and-what was that
Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?He stood there bringing March against his thought,
