Sing out, my soul, thy songs of jo… Sing as a happy bird will sing Beneath a rainbow’s lovely arch In the spring. Think not of death in thy young da…

One night when I went down Thames’ side, in London Town, A heap of rags saw I, And sat me down close by. That thing could shout and bawl,

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

No idle gold—since this fine sun,… Is no mean miser, but doth freely… No prescious stones—since these gr… Without a charge, their pearls whe… No lifeless books—since birds with…

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,

Now shall I walk Or shall I ride? “Ride”, Pleasure said; “Walk”, Joy replied. Now what shall I—

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…

While joy gave clouds the light of… That beamed wher’er they looked; And calves and lambs had tottering… Excited, while they sucked; While every bird enjoyed his song,

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…

To think my thoughts are hers, Not one of hers is mine; She laughs—while I must sigh; She sighs—while I must whine. She eats—while I must fast;

When I came forth this morn I saw Quite twenty cloudlets in the air; And then I saw a flock of sheep, Which told me how these clouds cam… That flock of sheep, on that green…

Thou dost not fly, thou art not pe… The air is all around: What is it that can keep thee set, From falling to the ground? The concentration of thy mind

I pray you, Sadness, leave me soo… In sweet invention thou art poor! Thy sister, Joy can make ten song… While thou art making four. One hour with thee is sweet enough…

When on a summer’s morn I wake, And open my two eyes, Out to the clear, born-singing ril… My bird-like spirit flies. To hear the Blackbird, Cuckoo, T…