Why, throstle, do you sing In this November haze? Singing for what? for whom? Deem you that it is Spring, Or that your lonely lays

Why love life more, the less of it… And what is left be little but the… And Time’s subsiding passions hav… One’s taste for pleasure, and one’… Is it not better, like the waning…

SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen showe… She leans her face against the bud… She stops, she stoops, she plucks… She feels the ferment of the hour:

Now where the bare sky spans the l… Up long brown fallows creeps the s… Scattering the seed-corn that must… Till by Spring’s carillon awakene… Ruffling the tangles of his thicke…

Beyond the pasture’s withered bent… Upstanding hop, recumbent fleece, And sheaves of wheat, like weather… A twilight bivouac of peace.

Why do you chide me that, when mor… To slumber’s charm, from sleep I… But from my casement watch the mai… Fainting behind her ineffectual sh… Unto the chime by stately planets…

Time, thou supreme inexorable Jud… Whom none can bribe, and none can… Who unto party rancour, private gr… Calmly opposeth equitable law, Before whom advocacy vainly strive…

The popinjay screamed from tree to… Then was lost in the burnished lea… The sky was as blue as a southern… And the swallow came back to the e… So I followed the sound of pipe a…

‘What ails you, Sister Erin, that… Is, like your mountains, still bed… As though some ancient sorrow or d… Some unforgettable wrong from far-… Done to your name or wreaked upon…

Midway his upward unavailing cours… Sate Sisyphus, his back against h… Halting a moment from that task of… Adown his swollen cheeks ran strea… Dripping from thick-drenched locks…

Give me a roof where Wisdom dwell… Where honeysuckle smiles and smell… A bleating flock, some lowing kine… An honest welcome always mine, A homely draught, a humble meal,

The last warm gleams of sunset fad… From cypress spire and stonepine d… And, in the twilight’s deepening s… Lingering, I scan the wrecks of R… Husht the Madonna’s Evening Bell…

Could I but leave men wiser by my… And somewhat happier in their litt… Wean them from things that lure bu… Make the harsh gentle, and the fee… Shunning the paths where pride and…

‘Father, farewell! Be not distres… And take my vow, ere I depart, To found a Convent in my breast, And keep a cloister in my heart.’

Since we the march of Time can no… Keep you in step with him till Ti… Thus will you journey with more ea… Nor mar the rhythm that you cannot… Nor ever yearn impatiently to reap