All night under the moon Plovers are flying Over the dreaming meadows of silve… Over the meadows of June, Flying and crying—

He’d even have his joke While we were sitting tight, And so he needs must poke His silly head in sight To whisper some new jest

Somewhere, somewhen I’ve seen, But where or when I’ll never know… Parrots of shrilly green With crests of shriller scarlet fl… Out of black cedars as the sun was…

The Lonely Road So long had I travelled the lonel… Though, now and again, a wayfairin… Walked shoulder to shoulder, and l… I often would think to myself as…

YOUTH that goes woolgathering, Mooning and stargazing, Always finding everything Full of fresh amazing, Best will meet the moment’s need

Stretched on the foam-white deck,… The crew were basking on the Summ… We passed the anchored light-ship… Running all out before a following… When, sighting us, those men who h…

AS one, at midnight, wakened by t… Of golden-plovers in their seaward… Who lies and listens, as the clear… Through tingling silence of the fr… Who lies and listens, till the las…

Stuck in a bottle on the window-si… In the cold gaslight burning gaily… Against the luminous blue of Lond… These flowers are mine: while some… In some black-throated alley’s ste…

In smoky lamplight of a Smyrna Ca… He saw them, seven solemn negroes… With faces rapt and out-thrust bel… In a slow solemn ceremonial cakewa… Dancing and prancing to the sombre…

Night shatters in mid-heaven: the… The roar of planes, the crash of b… The unshackled sky pandemonium stu… The senses to indifference, when a… Of masonry near by startles awake,

He’s gone. I do not understand. I only know That as he turned to go And waved his hand,

I SIT beside the brazier’s glow, And, drowsing in the heat, A dream of daffodils that blow And lambs that frisk and bleat— Black lambs that frolic in the sno…

As a blue-necked mallard alighting… Among marsh-marigolds and splashin… Green leaves and yellow blooms, li… In bright, black mud, with clear d… Bringing keen savours of the sea a…