Nature and Elements

We be of one blood, thou and I.

Five and twenty ponies,

Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware

On the road to Mandalay,

I think that I shall never see

Poems are made by fools like me,

It is impossible to live in a country which is continually under hatches … Rain! Rain! Rain!

When I behold, upon the night’s starred face

Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn

Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

’Mid hushed, cool-rooted flowers, fragrant-eyed,

Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird!

She was a gordian shape of dazzling hue,

Here are sweet peas, on tip-toe for a flight.

In drear nighted December

‘For cruel ’tis,’ said she,

Trembling in her soft and chilly nest.

St Agnes’ Eve—Ah, bitter chill it was!

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art.

Two things fill the mind with ever new and increasing wonder and awe, the more often and the more seriously reflection concentrates upon them: the starry heaven above me and the moral law within me.

Rara avis in terris nigroque simillima cycno.

The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.