The Need of Being Versed in Country Things by Robert Frost The house had gone to bring again To the midnight sky a sunset glow. Now the chimney was all of the house that stood, Like a pistil after the petals go. The barn opposed across the way, That would have joined the house in...

A November Night by Sara Teasdale There! See the line of lights, A chain of stars down either side the street -- Why can't you lift the chain and give it to me, A necklace for my throat? I'd twist it round And you could play with it. You smile at me As though I were a little dreamy...