Here in turn succeed and rule Carter, smith, and village fool, Then again the place is known As tavern, shop, and Sunday—schoo… Now somehow it’s come to me

Desire, first, by a natural miracl… United bodies, united hearts, blaz… Transcended bodies, transcended he… Two souls, now unalterably one In whole love always and for ever,

he child alone a poet is: Spring and Fairyland are his. Truth and Reason show but dim, And all’s poetry with him. Rhyme and music flow in plenty

The butterfly, the cabbage white, (His honest idiocy of flight) Will never now, it is too late, Master the art of flying straight, Yet has —who knows so well as I?…

The great sun sinks behind the tow… Through a red mist of Volnay wine… But what’s the use of setting down That glorious blaze behind the tow… You’ll only skip the page, you’ll…

WHEN a dream is born in you With a sudden clamorous pain, When you know the dream is true And lovely, with no flaw nor stain… O then, be careful, or with sudden…

“What do you think The bravest drink Under the sky?” “Strong beer,” said I. “There’s a place for everything,

Oh, what a heavy sigh! Dicky, are you ailing? Even by this fireside, mother, My heart is failing. To—night across the down,

(The first corpse I saw was on th… German wires, and couldn’t be buri… The whole field was so smelly; We smelt the poor dog first: His horrid swollen belly

He, of his gentleness, Thirsting and hungering Walked in the Wilderness; Soft words of grace he spoke Unto lost desert—folk

Allie, call the birds in, The birds from the sky. Allie calls, Allie sings, Down they all fly. First there came

Here down this very way, Here only yesterday King Faun went leaping. He sang, with careless shout Hurling his name about;

Small gnats that fly In hot July And lodge in sleeping ears, Can rouse therein A trumpet’s din