To the guests that must go, bid God's speed and brush away all traces of their steps.

By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.

The Vermont mountains stretch extended straight; New Hampshire mountains curl up in a coil.

A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.

In spring more mortal singers than belongTo any one place cover us with song.Thrush, bluebird, blackbird, sparrow, and robin throng.

O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow, Make the day seem to us less brief... Retard the sun with gentle mist; Enchant the land with amethyst.