Whisk!--away in the sun His little flying feet Scamper as softly fleet As ever the rabbits run. He is gone like a flash, and then In a breath is back again.
Each on his own strict line we move, And some find death ere they find love. So far apart their lives are thrown From the twin soul that halves their own.
Too late I bring my heart, too late 'tis yours; Too late to bring the true love that endures; Too long, unthrift, I gave it here and there, Spent it in idle love and idle song;...
I. Here was I with my arm and heart And brain, all yours for a word, a want Put into a look, just a look, your part, While mine, to repay it . . . vainest vaunt,...
I looked upon a dead girl's face and heard What seemed the voice of Love call unto me Out of her heart; whereon the charactery Of her lost dreams I read there word for word:...
Delayed till she had ceased to know, Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay. An hour behind the fleeting breath, Later by just an hour than death, -- Oh, lagging yesterday! ...
How should I know, That day when first we met, I Would be a day I never can forget? And yet 'tis so. That clasp of hands that made my heartstrings thrill,...
"My house is thatched with violet leaves And paved with daisies fine, Scarlet berries droop over its eaves, Tall grasses round it shine; With softest down I have lined my nest,...
I will remember what I was. I am sick of rope and chain, I will remember my old strength and all my forest-affairs. I will not sell my back to man for a bundle of sugarcane....
I should have been too glad, I see, Too lifted for the scant degree Of life's penurious round; My little circuit would have shamed This new circumference, have blamed The homelier time behind. ...