Three golden months while summer o… I have read your joyful tale anoth… Breathing more freely in that larg… And learning wiselier to deserve t… Your Spirit, Master, has been clo…

O leave the labouring roadways of… The shifting faces and the changef… Of markets, and broad echoing stre… The heart’s own silent music. Tho… Sing in their proper rhythm, and s…

There is a wildness still in Engl… In cages; it shrinks away from the… Easy to kill, not easy to tame. I… In a zoo for the public pleasure.… Do not blame us too much if we tha…

Thank God that there are solid fo… Who water flowers and roll the law… And sit an sew and talk and smoke, And snore all through the summer d… Who pass untroubled nights and day…

If men should ask, Despoina, why… Of nothing glad nor noble in my ve… To lighten hearts beneath this pre… And build a heaven of dreams in re… Go you to them and speak among the…

Against too many writers of scienc… Why did you lure us on like this, Light-year on light-year, through… Building (as though we cared for s… Empires that cover galaxies

It is well that there are palaces… And discipline and dreaming and de… Lest we forget our heritage and ce… The Spirit’s work—to hunger and a… Lest we forget that we were born d…

Noon! and in the garden bower The hot air quivers o’er the grass… The little lake is smooth as glass And still so heavily the hour Drags, that scarce the proudest fl…

When the flowery hands of spring Forth their woodland riches fling, Through the meadows, through the v… Goes the satyr carolling. From the mountain and the moor,

I will find out a place for thee,… A hidden wood among the hill-tops… Full of soft streams and little wi… The murmuring boughs between. A hollow cup above the ocean place…

Trapped amid the woods with guile They’ve led her bound in fetters v… To death, a deadlier sorceress Than any born for earth’s distress Since first the winner of the flee…

After the fret and failure of this… And weariness of thought, O Mothe… Come with soft kiss to soothe our… And all our little tumults set to… Most pitiful of all death’s kindre…

Now the grey mist comes creeping u… From the waste ocean’s weedy stran… And fills the valley, as a cup If filled of evil drink in a wizar… And the trees fade out of sight,

Among the hills a meteorite Lies huge; and moss has overgrown, And wind and rain with touches lig… Made soft, the contours of the sto… Thus easily can Earth digest