To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don — Jane Kenyon, Collected Poems
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don — Jane Kenyon, Collected Poems
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don — Jane Kenyon, Collected Poems
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don — Jane Kenyon, Collected Poems
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don — Jane Kenyon, Collected Poems
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don — Jane Kenyon, Collected Poems
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don — Jane Kenyon, Collected Poems
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don — Jane Kenyon, Collected Poems
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don — Jane Kenyon, Collected Poems
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don — Jane Kenyon, Collected Poems
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don — Jane Kenyon, Collected Poems
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don — Jane Kenyon, Collected Poems
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don — Jane Kenyon, Collected Poems
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don — Jane Kenyon, Collected Poems
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don — Jane Kenyon, Collected Poems
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don — Jane Kenyon, Collected Poems
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don — Jane Kenyon, Collected Poems
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don — Jane Kenyon, Collected Poems
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don — Jane Kenyon, Collected Poems
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don — Jane Kenyon, Collected Poems
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don — Jane Kenyon, Collected Poems
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don — Jane Kenyon, Collected Poems
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don — Jane Kenyon, Collected Poems
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don — Jane Kenyon, Collected Poems
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don — Jane Kenyon, Collected Poems
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don — Jane Kenyon, Collected Poems
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don — Jane Kenyon, Collected Poems
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don — Jane Kenyon, Collected Poems
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don — Jane Kenyon, Collected Poems
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don — Jane Kenyon, Collected Poems
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To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don'tbe afraid. God does not leave uscomfortless, so let evening come.

— Jane Kenyon, Collected Poems
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