Beautiful mother is busy all day, So busy she neither can sing nor say; But lovely thoughts, in a ceaseless flow, Through her eyes, and her ears, and her bosom go-- Motion, sight, and sound, and scent,...
Night, with her power to silence day, Filled up my lonely room, Quenching all sounds but one that lay Beyond her passing doom, Where in his shed a workman gay Went on despite the gloom....
I heard, in darkness, on my bed, The beating of my heart To servant feet and regnant head A common life impart, By the liquid cords, in every thread Unbroken as they start. ...
'Tis a little room, my friend-- Baby walks from end to end; All the things look sadly real This hot noontide unideal; Vaporous heat from cope to basement...
'Tis a little room, my friend; A baby-walk from end to end; All the things look sadly real, This hot noontide's Unideal. Seek not refuge at the casement, There's no pasture for amazement...
One is a slow and melancholy maid; I know riot if she cometh from the skies Or from the sleepy gulfs, but she will rise Often before me in the twilight shade,...
Nature, to him no message dost thou bear Who in thy beauty findeth not the power To gird himself more strongly for the hour Of night and darkness. Oh, what colours rare...
I have not any fearful tale to tell Of fabled giant or of dragon-claw, Or bloody deed to pilfer and to sell To those who feed, with such, a gaping maw; But what in yonder hamlet there befell,...
There is a river whose waters run asleep run run ever singing in the shallows dumb in the hollows sleeping so deep and all the swallows that dip their feathers in the hollows...
O Lord, if on the wind, at cool of day, I heard one whispered word of mighty grace; If through the darkness, as in bed I lay, But once had come a hand upon my face; ...
Tumultuous rushing o'er the outstretched plains; A wildered maze of comets and of suns; The blood of changeless God that ever runs With quick diastole up the immortal veins;...
What dost thou here, O soul, Beyond thy own control, Under the strange wild sky? 0 stars, reach down your hands, And clasp me in your silver bands, I tremble with this mystery!--...