So This Is Nebraska
The gravel road rides with a slow gallop
over the fields, the telephone lines
streaming behind, its billow of dust . . .
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So We'll Go No More a Roving
So, we'll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving, . . .
Solitude
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
. . .
Somewhere
The galloping collection of boards
are the house which I afforded
one evening to walk into . . .
Song
Go, lovely rose!
Tell her that wastes her time and me,
That now she knows,
. . .
Song After Campion
Ravished lute, sing to her virgin ears,
Soft notes thy strings repeating;
Plucked harp, whose amorous song she hears, . . .
Song for the Last Act
Now that I have your face by heart, I look
Less at its features than its darkening frame
Where quince and melon, yellow as young flame, . . .
Song: Go and catch a falling star
Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are, . . .
Song in a Minor Key
There's a place I know where the birds swing low,
And wayward vines go roaming,
Where the lilacs nod, and a marble god . . .
a song in the front yard
I’ve stayed in the front yard all my life.
I want a peek at the back
Where it’s rough and untended and hungry weed grows. . . .
