H First's Land of Poetry

A Brook in The City A Dream Pang A Late Walk A Patch of Old Snow A Peck of Gold A Prayer in Spring A Servant to Servants A S...

Lovers, forget your love, And list to the love of these, She a window flower, And he a winter breeze. When the frosty window veil ...

'Fred, where is north?' 'North? North is there, my love. The brook runs west.' 'West-running Brook then call i...

A field at dusk What things for dream there are when specter-like, Moving amond tall haycocks lightly piled, I enter alone upon the ...

Love and forgetting might have carried them A little further up the mountain side With night so near, but not much further up. They mu...

Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me. Va...

Come with rain, O loud Southwester! Bring the singer, bring the nester; Give the buried flower a dream; Make the settled snow-bank ste...

Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air That crossed me from sweet thing...

Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day I paused and said, 'I will turn back from here. No, I will go on farther- and we shall...

I staid the night for shelter at a farm Behind the mountains, with a mother and son, Two old-believers. They did all the talking. MO...

He is said to have been the last Red man In Action. And the Miller is said to have laughed-- If you like to call such a sound a laugh. ...

I went to turn the grass once after one Who mowed it in the dew before the sun. The dew was gone that made his blade so keen Before ...

"When I was just as far as I could walk From here today, There was an hour All still When leaning with my head against a flower ...

`You know Orion always comes up sideways.  Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains,  And rising on his hands, he looks in on me  ...

"Willis, I didn't want you here to-day:  The lawyer's coming for the company.  I'm going to sell my soul, or, rather, ...

We dance round in a ring and suppose, But the Secret sits in the middle and knows. From "A Witness Tree", 1942

Once when the snow of the year was beginning to fall, We stopped by a mountain pasture to say 'Whose colt?' A little Morgan had...

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as...

I'm going out to clean the pasture spring; I'll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the clear water, I may): ...

There is a singer everyone has heard, Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird, Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again. He says tha...