Nature and Elements

Good Morning—Midnight— I’m coming Home— Day—got tired of Me— How could I—of Him?

I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time—

There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes—

Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple Leaping like Leopards to the Sky… And the Juggler of Day is gone.

Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats— And Saints—to windows run— To see the little Tippler Leaning against the—Sun—

Inebriate of Air—am I— And Debauchee of Dew— Reeling—through endless summer days— From inns of Molten Blue—

Inebriate of Air—am I— And Debauchee of Dew— Reeling—through endless summer days— From inns of Molten Blue—

These are the days when Birds come back— A very few—a Bird or two— To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resume The old—old sophistries of June— A blue and gold mistake.

These are the days when Birds come back— A very few—a Bird or two— To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resume The old—old sophistries of June— A blue and gold mistake.

Full lasting is the song, though he, The singer, passes.

The song seraphically free Of taint of personality.

For singing till his heaven fills, ’Tis love of earth that he instills, And ever winging up and up, Our valley is his golden cup, And he the wine which over flows To lift us with him as he goes.

What are we first? First, animals; and next Intelligences at a leap; on whom Pale lies the distant shadow of the tomb.

Cruel, but composed and bland, Dumb, inscrutable and grand, So Tiberius might have sat, Had Tiberius been a cat.

Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in.

The sea is calm tonight. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; on the French coast, the light Gleams, and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.

The sea is calm tonight. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; on the French coast, the light Gleams, and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.

Yes, thou art gone! and round me too the night In ever-nearing circle weaves her shade.

The day in its hotness, The strife with the palm; The night in her silence, The stars in their calm.

The day in its hotness, The strife with the palm; The night in her silence, The stars in their calm.

Nature, with equal mind, Sees all her sons at play; Sees man control the wind, The wind sweep man away.

Where great whales come sailing by, Sail and sail, with unshut eye, Round the world forever and aye.

Where great whales come sailing by, Sail and sail, with unshut eye, Round the world forever and aye.

Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great winds shoreward blow, Now the salt tides seaward flow; Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray.