Another day awakes. And who - Changing the world - is this? He comes at whiles, the Winter through, West Wind! I would not miss His sudden tryst: the long, the new Surprises of his kiss. ...
Not, not for thee, Beloved child, the burning grasp of life Shall bruise the tender soul. The noise, and strife, And clamour of midday thou shall not see; But wrapt for ever in thy quiet grave,...
"Rain and rain! And rain and rain!" Yesterday we muttered Grimly as the grim refrain That the thunders uttered: All the heavens under cloud - All the sunshine sleeping; All the grasses limply bowed...
"Rain and rain! and rain and rain!" Yesterday we muttered Grimly as the grim refrain That the thunders uttered: All the heavens under cloud - All the sunshine sleeping; All the grasses limply bowed...
It hain't no use to grumble and complane; It's jest as cheap and easy to rejoice. - When God sorts out the weather and sends rain, W'y, rain's my choice.
We two make home of any place we go; We two find joy in any kind of weather; Or if the earth is clothed in bloom or snow, If summer days invite, or bleak winds blow, What matters it if we two are together?...
We two boys together clinging, One the other never leaving, Up and down the roads going, North and South excursions making, Power enjoying, elbows stretching, fingers clutching,...
We two, how long we were fool'd! Now transmuted, we swiftly escape, as Nature escapes; We are Nature, long have we been absent, but now we return; We become plants, leaves, foliage, roots, bark;...
We have walked over the high grass under the wet trees To the gravel path beside the lake, we two. A noise of light-stepping shadows follows now From the dark green mist in which we waded. ...
We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,-- This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile, And mouth with myriad subtleties. ...
We were two green rushes by opposing banks, And the small stream ran between. Not till the water beat us down Could we be brought together, Not till the winter came...
Six hundred miles north of Cape Flattery, On sea there seemed a floating battery, And stream of blood did dye the water, Sailors wondered what was the matter.