Nature and Elements

And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.

The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves, The brilliant moon and all the milky sky, And all that famous harmony of leaves, Had blotted out man’s image and his cry.

Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days! Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways.

Of all the trees that grow so fair, Old England to adorn, Greater are none beneath the Sun, Than oak, and ash, and thorn.

Of all the trees that grow so fair, Old England to adorn, Greater are none beneath the Sun, Than oak, and ash, and thorn.

Who hath desired the sea?—the sight of salt water unbounded.

Now these are the Laws of the Jungle, and many and mighty are they; But the head and the hoof of the Law and the haunch and the hump is—Obey!

Now this is the Law of the Jungle—as old and as true as the sky; And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die.

When Pack meets with Pack in the Jungle, and neither will go from the trail, Lie down till the leaders have spoken—it may be fair words shall prevail.

Brother, thy tail hangs down behind.

The toad beneath the harrow knows Exactly where each tooth point goes; The butterfly upon the road Preaches contentment to that toad.

And down the long and silent street, The dawn, with silver-sandaled feet, Crept like a frightened girl.

It is found again. What? Eternity. It is the sea Gone with the sun. 11

I have seen starry archipelagoes! and islands Whose raving skies are opened to the voyager: Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep, in exile, A million golden birds, O future Vigor? 9

I have seen the sunset, stained with mystic horrors, Illumine the rolling waves with long purple forms, Like actors in ancient plays. 7

I have seen the sunset, stained with mystic horrors, Illumine the rolling waves with long purple forms, Like actors in ancient plays. 7

Lighter than a cork I danced on the waves. 5

Of the Sea… Devouring the green azures. 6

Whenever the moon and stars are set, Whenever the wind is high, All night long in the dark and wet, A man goes riding by. Late in the night when the fires are out, Why does he gallop and gallop about?

Whenever the moon and stars are set, Whenever the wind is high, All night long in the dark and wet, A man goes riding by. Late in the night when the fires are out, Why does he gallop and gallop about?

In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candlelight. In summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day.

In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candlelight. In summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day.

O, it sets my heart a-clickin’ like the tickin’ of a clock, When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.

’Long about knee-deep in June, ’Bout the time strawberries melts On the vine.