When I tell a tale of virtue and of injured innocence, Then my publishers and lawyers are the densest of the dense: With the blank face of an image and the nod of keep-it-dark...
I have written, long years I have written, For the sake of my people and right, I was true when the iron had bitten Deep into my soul in the night; I wrote not for praise nor for money,...
A wind comes in from the sea, And rolls through the hollow dark Like loud, tempestuous waters. As the swift recurrent tide, It pours adown the sky, And rears at the cliffs of night...
One night, from bottles, sang the soul of wine: '0 misfit man, I send you for your good Out of the glass and wax where I'm confined, A melody of light and brotherhood! ...
With stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right That music of my nature, day and night With dream and thought and feeling interwound And inly answering all the senses round...
The thick lids of Night closed upon me Alone at the Bill Of the Isle by the Race {1} - Many-caverned, bald, wrinkled of face - And with darkness and silence the spirit was on me...
See how the storm of life ascends Up through the shadow of the world! Beyond our gaze the line extends, Like wreaths of vapour tempest-hurled! Grasp tighter, brother, lest the storm...
The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep, And round the pebbly beaches far and wide I heard the first wave of the rising tide Rush onward with uninterrupted sweep; A voice out of the silence of the deep,...
I wonder about the trees. Why do we wish to bear Forever the noise of these More than another noise So close to our dwelling place? We suffer them by the day Till we lose all measure of pace,...