I saw this day sweet flowers grow… But not one like the child did pic… I heard the packhounds in green pa… But no dog like the child heard ba… I heard this day bird after bird—

She walks as lightly as the fly Skates on the water in July. To hear her moving petticoat For me is music’s highest note. Stones are not heard, when her fee…

If I were gusty April now, How I would blow at laughing Rose… I’d make her ribbons slip their kn… And all her hair come loose. If I were merry April now,

A jar of cider and my pipe, In summer, under shady tree; A book by one that made his mind Live by its sweet simplicity: Then must I laugh at kings who si…

When primroses are out in Spring, And small, blue violets come betwe… When merry birds sing on boughs gr… And rills, as soon as born, must s… When butterflies will make side-le…

When April scatters charms of pri… Among the copper leaves in thicket… And singing skylarks from the mead… To twinkle like black stars in sun… When I can hear the small woodpec…

A week ago I had a fire To warm my feet, my hands and face… Cold winds, that never make a frie… Crept in and out of every place. Today the fields are rich in grass…

It was the Rainbow gave thee birt… And left thee all her lovely hues; And, as her mother’€™s name was T… So runs it in my blood to choose For haunts the lonely pools, and k…

My mind has thunderstorms, That brood for heavy hours: Until they rain me words, My thoughts are drooping flowers And sulking, silent birds.

Now, joy is born of parents poor, And pleasure of our richer kind; Though pleasure’s free, she cannot… As sweet a song as joy confined. Pleasure’s a Moth, that sleeps by…

Here comes Kate Summers, who, for… Takes any man to bed: “You knew my friend, Nell Barnes,… “You knew Nell Barnes—she’s dead. ”Nell Barnes was bad on all you m…

WHAT moves that lonely man is no… Of waves that break agains the cli… Nor roar of thunder, when that tra… Is caught by rocks that carry far… 'Tis not the groan of oak tree i i…

I thought my true love slept; Behind her chair I crept And pulled out a long pin; The golden flood came out, She shook it all about,

This night, as I sit here alone, And brood on what is dead and gone… The owl that’s in this Highgate W… Has found his fellow in my mood; To every star, as it doth rise -