I hear you weeping, mother, dear,-- I hear you wake and weep; What brings the tears into your eyes When you should be asleep? I hear my name upon your lips; What is it that you say...
Through shimmering skies the big clouds slowly sail; A faint breeze lingers in the rustling beech; Atop the withered oak with vagrant speech The brawling crows call down the sleepy vale;...
The snowy clouds, soft sleeping lambkins, lie Along the dark blue meadows of the sky, And the bright stars, like golden daffodils, Are blooming thickly by.
The dial has pointed the hour and the hour has rounded the day, The day has finished the year that dies with a century's birth; Eastward the morning stars sing as they go their way:...
With the light just quenched in their eyes They lie in their graves 'neath the skies, And the fresh clod rests Heavy upon their breasts. The white rose dies...
You have builded your ships in the sun-lands, And launched them with song and wine; They are boweled with your stanchest engines, And masted with bravest pine; You have met in your closet councils,...