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A Farewell
A Farewell Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea, Thy tribute wave deliver: No more by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever. Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea, A rivu…
Crazy Jane On The Day Of Judgment
Crazy Jane On The Day Of Judgment 'Love is all Unsatisfied That cannot take the whole Body and soul'; And that is what Jane said. 'Take the sour If you take me I can scoff and…
Night Wind
Night Wind Darkness like midnight from the sobbing woods Clamours with dismal tidings of the rain Roaring as rivers breaking loose in floods To spread and foam and deluge all t…
Stonepit
Stonepit The passing traveller with wonder sees A deep and ancient stonepit full of trees; So deep and very deep the place has been, The church might stand within and not be se…
The Look
The Look The Saviour looked on Peter. Ay, no word, No gesture of reproach; the Heavens serene Though heavy with armed justice, did not lean Their thunders that way: the forsake…
Cheerfulness Taught By Reason
Cheerfulness Taught By Reason I THINK we are too ready with complaint In this fair world of God's. Had we no hope Indeed beyond the zenith and the slope Of yon gray blank of sk…
Summer
Summer See what delights in sylvan scenes appear! Descending Gods have found Elysium here. In woods bright Venus with Adonis stray'd, And chaste Diana haunts the forest shade.…
The Widower
The Widower For a season there must be pain-- For a little, little space I shall lose the sight of her face, Take back the old life again While She is at rest in her place. For…
I Will Keep Broken Things
I Will Keep Broken Things I will keep Broken Things: The big clay Pot With raised Iguanas Chasing Their Tails; Two Of their Wise Heads Sheared Off; I will keep Broken things:…
Ode on St. Cecilia's Day
Ode on St. Cecilia's Day I. Descend ye Nine! descend and sing; The breathing instruments inspire, Wake into voice each silent string, And sweep the sounding lyre! In a sadly-pl…
XXVII
XXVII My own Beloved, who hast lifted me From this drear flat of earth where I was thrown, And, in betwixt the languid ringlets, blown A life-breath, till the forehead hopefull…
The Playmate
The Playmate She is not Folly -- that I know. Her steadfast eyelids tell me so When, at the hour the lights divide, She steals as summonsed to my side. When, finger on the purse…
Three Marching Songs
Three Marching Songs REMEMBER all those renowned generations, They left their bodies to fatten the wolves, They left their homesteads to fatten the foxes, Fled to far countries…
The Khaki Boys Who Were Not At The Front
The Khaki Boys Who Were Not At The Front Oh! it is not just the men who face the guns, Not the fighters at the Front alone, to-day Who will bring the longed-for close to the bl…
Sameness
Sameness Over all hilltops is peace in all the treetops you feel barely a breeze; The birds in the forest have stopped their song Wait, before long you too will be still.
Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere
Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere LIKE souls that balance joy and pain, With tears and smiles from heaven again The maiden Spring upon the plain Came in a sun-lit fall of rain.…
As Toilsome I Wander'd
As Toilsome I Wander'd AS TOILSOME I wander'd Virginia's woods, To the music of rustling leaves, kick'd by my feet, (for 'twas autumn,) I mark'd at the foot of a tree the grav…
If It Is True What the Prophets Write
If It Is True What the Prophets Write If it is true, what the Prophets write, That the heathen gods are all stocks and stones, Shall we, for the sake of being polite, Feed them…
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 126. Love is and was my Lord and King
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 126. Love is and was my Lord and King Love is and was my Lord and King, And in his presence I attend To hear the tidings of my friend, Which every hour h…
Written on a Summer Evening
Written on a Summer Evening The church bells toll a melancholy round, Calling the people to some other prayers, Some other gloominess, more dreadful cares, More harkening to th…
Willow Poem
Willow Poem It is a willow when summer is over, a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor bitten by the sun turned orange or crimson. The leaves cling and grow pal…
Who Am I?
Who Am I? My head knocks against the stars. My feet are on the hilltops. My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life. Down in the sounding foam of primal thi…
In the Valley of Cauteretz
In the Valley of Cauteretz All along the valley, stream that flashest white, Deepening thy voice with the deepening of the night, All along the valley, where thy waters flow, I…
On the Idle Hill of Summer
On the Idle Hill of Summer On the idle hill of summer, Sleepy with the flow of streams, Far I hear the steady drummer Drumming like a noise in dreams. Far and near and low and…