One of my wishes is that those dark tree… So old and firm they scarcely show the b… Were not, as ’twere, the merest mask of… But stretched away unto the edge of doom… I should not be withheld but that some d…
I Dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago, And left no trace but the cellar walls, And a cellar in which the daylight falls… And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries…
My Sorrow, when she’s here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She walks the sodden pasture lane.
A Stranger came to the door at eve, And he spoke the bridegroom fair. He bore a green-white stick in his hand, And, for all burden, care. He asked with the eyes more than the lip…
When I got up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy d… Half closes the garden path. And when I come to the garden ground,
How countlessly they congregate O’er our tumultuous snow, Which flows in shapes as tall as trees When wintry winds do blow!— As if with keenness for our fate,
When the wind works against us in the da… And pelts with snow The lowest chamber window on the east, And whispers with a sort of stifled bark… The beast,
Lovers, forget your love, And list to the love of these, She a window flower, And he a winter breeze. When the frosty window veil
Come with rain, O loud Southwester! Bring the singer, bring the nester; Give the buried flower a dream; Make the settled snow—bank steam; Find the brown beneath the white;
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers toda… And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep us here All simply in the springing of the year. Oh, gives us pleasure in the orchard whi…
I left you in the morning, And in the morning glow, You walked a way beside me To make me sad to go. Do you know me in the gloaming,
A saturated meadow, Sun—shaped and jewel—small, A circle scarcely wider Than the trees around were tall; Where winds were quite excluded,
A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress… With doors that none but the wind ever c… Its floor all littered with glass and wi… It stands in a garden of old-fashioned r… I pass by that way in the gloaming with…
What things for dream there are when spe… Moving amond tall haycocks lightly piled… I enter alone upon the stubbled filed, From which the laborers’ voices late hav… And in the antiphony of afterglow
When I was young, we dwelt in a vale By a misty fen that rang all night, And thus it was the maidens pale I knew so well, whose garments trail Across the reeds to a window light.
I had withdrawn in forest, and my song Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alw… And to the forest edge you came one day (This was my dream) and looked and ponde… But did not enter, though the wish was s…
They leave us so to the way we took, As…
If tires of trees I seek again mankind, Well I know where to hie me—in the dawn, To a slope where the cattle keep the lawn. There amid loggin juniper reclined, Myself unseen, I see in w...
There was never a sound beside the wood… And that was my long scythe whispering t… What was it it whispered? I knew not we… Perhaps it was something about the heat… Something, perhaps, about the lack of so…
The well was dry beside the door, And so we went with pail and can Across the fields behind the house To seek the brook if still it ran; Not loth to have excuse to go,
We make ourselves a place apart Behind light words that tease and flout, But oh, the agitated heart Till someone find us really out. ’Tis pity if the case require
EVEN the bravest that are slain Shall not dissemble their surprise On waking to find valor reign, Even as on earth, in paradise; And where they sought without the sword
Thus of old the Douglas did: He left his land as he was bid With the royal heart of Robert the Bruc… In a golden case with a golden lid, To carry the same to the Holy Land;
I went to turn the grass once after one Who mowed it in the dew before the sun. The dew was gone that made his blade so… Before I came to view the levelled scen… I looked for him behind an isle of trees…
Two fairies it was On a still summer day Came forth in the woods With the flowers to play. The flowers they plucked
Pan came out of the woods one day,—His…
It was far in the sameness of the wood; I was running with joy on the Demon’s t… Though I knew what I hunted was no true… It was just as the light was beginning t… That I suddenly heard—all I needed to h…
Now close the windows and hush all the f… If the trees must, let them silently tos… No bird is singing in them now, and if t… Be it my loss. It will be long ere the marshes resume,
The line—storm clouds fly tattered and s… The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, And the hoof—prints vanish away. The roadside flowers, too wet for the be…
O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; To—morrow’s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call;
Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too… And the daft sun—assaulter, he That frighted thee so oft, is fled or de… Save only me (Nor is it sad to thee!)
Out through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended; I have climbed the hills of view And looked at the world, and descended; I have come by the highway home,
