GRACE NOTES Fragmentary Blue 79 Fire and Ice 80 In a Disused Graveyard 81 Dust of Snow 82 To E. T. 83 Nothing Gold Can Stay 84 The Runaway 85 The Aim was Song 86 Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening 87 For Once, Then, Something 88 Blue-Butterfly Day 89 The Onset 90 To Earthward 91 Good-Bye and Keep Cold 93 Two Look at Two 95 Not to Keep 97 A Brook in the City 98 The Kitchen Chimney 99 Looking for a Sunset Bird in Winter 100 A Boundless Moment 101 Evening in a Sugar Orchard 102 Gathering Leaves 103 The Valley’s Singing Day 104 Misgiving 105 A Hillside Thaw 106 Plowmen 108 On a Tree Fallen Across the Road 109 Our Singing Strength 110 The Lockless Door 112 The Need of Being Versed in Country Things 113 NEW HAMPSHIRE I met a lady from the South who said (You won’t believe she said it, but she said it): “None of my family ever worked, or had A thing to sell.” I don’t suppose the work Much matters. You may work for all of me. I’ve seen the time I’ve had to work myself. The having anything to sell[1] is what Is the disgrace in man or state or nation. I met a traveller from Arkansas Who boasted of his state as beautiful For diamonds and apples. “Diamonds And apples in commercial quantities?” I asked him, on my guard. “Oh yes,” he answered, Off his. The time was evening in the Pullman. “I see the porter’s made your bed,” I told him.