?
from here
a native
or
not far
from here
a foreigner
twice over
suspend
between
vanish
“Love is not easy
but how shall you know”
— —
now a solitary sentinel
the boyhood Elm
lined streets then
lattices
in the winter
caverns
in the summer
tunnels
to Snake hill
gone now
— —
Not far from here
Thoreau and Emerson met under the pines.
Evangeline was written.
— —
and they drowned witches
— —
Not far
from here