"Lie there," I said, "my Sorrow! lie thou there! And I will drink the lissome air, And see if yet the heavens have gained their blue." Then rose my Sorrow as an aged man,...
Ah little mill, you're rumbling still, Ah sunset flecked with gold! Ah deepening tinge, ah purple fringe Of lilac as of old! Ah hawthorn hedge, ah light-won pledge Of kisses warm and plenty,...
High stretched upon the swinging yard, I gather in the sheet; But it is hard And stiff, and one cries haste. Then He that is most dear in my regard Of all the crew gives aidance meet;...
She knelt upon her brother's grave, My little girl of six years old, He used to be so good and brave, The sweetest lamb of all our fold; He used to shout, he used to sing,...
To-night I saw three maidens on the beach, Dark-robed descending to the sea, So slow, so silent of all speech, And visible to me Only by that strange drift-light, dim, forlorn,...
I bended unto me a bough of May, That I might see and smell: It bore it in a sort of way, It bore it very well. But, when I let it backward sway, Then it were hard to tell...
When Jessie comes with her soft breast, And yields the golden keys, Then is it as if God caress'd Twin babes upon His knees, Twin babes that, each to other press'd,...
I know 'tis but a loom of land, Yet is it land, and so I will rejoice, I know I cannot hear His voice Upon the shore, nor see Him stand; Yet is it land, ho! land. ...
A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot! Rose plot, Fringed pool, Ferned grot, The veriest school Of peace; and yet the fool Contends that God is not, Not God! in gardens! when the eve is cool?...
I needs must meet him, for he hath beset All roads that men do travel, hill and plain; Nor aught that breathes shall pass Unchallenged of his debt. But what and if, when I shall whet...
Old John, if I could sit with you a day At Abram's feet upon the asphodel, There, while the grand old patriarch dreamed away, To you my life's whole progress I would tell;...
As I was carving images from clouds, And tinting them with soft ethereal dyes Pressed from the pulp of dreams, one comes, and cries: "Forbear!" and all my heaven with gloom enshrouds. ...
The Man that hath great griefs I pity not; 'Tis something to be great In any wise, and hint the larger state, Though but in shadow of a shade, God wot!
Methinks in Him there dwells alway A sea of laughter very deep, Where the leviathans leap, And little children play, Their white feet twinkling on its crisped edge; But in the outer bay...
To live within a cave, it is most good; But, if God make a day, And some one come, and say, 'Lo! I have gather'd faggots in the wood!' E'en let him stay, And light a fire, and fan a temporal mood! ...
When He appoints to meet thee, go thou forth, It matters not If south or north, Bleak waste or sunny plot. Nor think, if haply He thou seek'st be late, He does thee wrong. To stile or gate...
Why do I make so much of Aber Fall? Four years ago My little boy was with me here, That's all, He died next year: He died just seven years old, A very gentle child, yet bold, Having no fear....
We have not seen the sun for many days, But now through East-wind haze He makes a shift To send a luminous drift, To which, as to his full unclouded splendour,...
The shepherd calls, How these great niountain walls Re-echo! See his dog Come limping from the bog! How far he holds him With that thin clamour! Scolds him? Or cheers him, which?...