#English
Moving through the dew, moving thr… Ere I waken in the city—Life, thy… And up a fir-clad glen, far from a… Up a glen among the mountains, oh… Moving through the dew, moving thr…
Never since English ships went ou… To singe the beard of Spain, Or English sea-dogs hunted death Along the Spanish Main, Never since Drake and Raleigh won
Last night I rode with Touchstone… From Ludgate Hill to World’s End… Despite the broadcloth and the bow… I knew him, Touchstone, the wild… The whetstone of his age, the scou…
Not with a flash that rends the bl… Shall fall the avenging sword. Gently as the evening dew Descends the mighty Lord. His dreadful balances are made
This is the song of the wind as it… Tossing the flags of the nations t… _I am the breath of God. I am Hi… I am His Liberty. That is my nam… So it descended, at night, on the…
Sherwood in the twilight, is Robi… Grey and ghostly shadows are glidi… Shadows of the dappled deer, dream… Dreaming of a shadowy man that win… Robin Hood is here again: all his…
The sunset lingered in the pale gr… In rosy wastes the low soft evenin… Woke; while the last white sea-mew… And tawny sails came stealing o’er… But, in the hillside cottage, thro…
The daylight moon looked quietly d… Through the gathering dusk on Lon… A smock-frocked yokel hobbled alon… By Newgate, humming a country son… Chewing a straw, he stood to stare
Before those golden altar-lights w… Each one of us remembering his own… A more than earthly beauty seemed… On that hushed throng, and bless e… Beautiful on that gold, the deep-s…
Now, in a breath, we’ll burst thos… And ransack heaven before our mome… Now, in a breath, before we, too,… We’ll mount and sing and spread im… It is not time that makes eternity…
They are buffeting out in the bitt… —Blow the man down, bullies, blow… Sea-lark singing to Golden Feather,
(new jersey, 1918) Its quiet graves were made for pea… Those wise old elms could hear no… Of all that distant agony— Only the red-winged blackbird, and…
Once more I hear the everlasting… Breathing beneath the mountain’s f… breast, Come unto Me, come unto Me, And I will give you rest.
Have you supped at the Inn of Apo… While the last light fades from th… Has the Lord of the Sun, at the w… Poured you his ripest and best? O, there’s wine in that Inn of Ap…
