What hast thou not withstood, Tempest-despising tree, Whose bloat and riven wood Gapes now so hollowly, What rains have beaten thee through many years,...
From Amberley to Storrington, From Storrington to Amberley, From Amberley to Washington You cannot see or smell the sea. But why the devil should you wish To see the home of silly fish? ...
Come out and walk. The last few drops of light Drain silently out of the cloudy blue; The trees are full of the dark-stooping night, The fields are wet with dew.
Have I slept and failed to hear you calling? Cry again, belov'd; for sleep is heavy, Curtaining away the golden sunlight, Shutting out the blue sky and the breezes, Sealing up my ears to all you tell me....
Before the downs in their great horse-shoes rise, I know a village where the Adur runs, Blown by sweet winds and by beneficent suns Visited and made ripe beneath kind skies....
Aristono', the fading shepherdess, Gathers the young girls round her in a ring, Teaching them wisdom of love, What to say, how to dress, How frown, how smile, How suitors to their dancing feet to bring,...
My lovely one, be near to me to-night. For now I need you most, since I have gone Through the sparse woodland in the fading light, Where in time past we two have walked alone,...
In silence and in darkness memory wakes Her million sheath'd buds, and breaks That day-long winter when the light and noise And hard bleak breath of the outward-looking will...
A month or twain to live on honeycomb Is pleasant, but to eat it for a year Is simply beastly. Thus the poet spake, Feeling how sticky all his stomach was With hivings of ten thousand cheated bees....
Now would I be in that remov'd place Where the dim sunlight hardly comes at all And branches of the young trees interlace And long swathes of the brambles twine and fall;...
Infinite peace is hanging in the air, Infinite peace is resting on mine eyes, That just an hour ago learnt how to bear Seeing your body's flaming harmonies. The grey clouds flecked with orange are and gold,...
Still must your hands withhold your loveliness? Is your soul jealous of your body still? The fair white limbs beneath the clouding dress Are such hard forms as you alone could fill...
As I lay in the early sun, Stretched in the grass, I thought upon My true love, my dear love, Who has my heart for ever, Who is my happiness when we meet, My sorrow when we sever....
August is gone and now this is September, Softer the sun in a cloudier sky; Yellow the leaves grow and apples grow golden, Blackberries ripen and hedges undress. Watch and you'll see the departure of summer,...