Came the same cuckoo's cry All day across the mead. Flitted the butterfly All day dittering over my head. Came a bleak crawk-caw Between tall broad trees....
Content Primroses, With hearts at rest in your thick leaves' soft care, Peeping as from his mother's lap the child Who courts shy shelter from his own open air!-- Hanging Harebell,...
Wild heart, wild heart, Where does the wind find home? Wild heart, wild heart, Where does the wild blood rest? Home, home, Rest, rest-- Unto you I come And catch you to my breast. ...
Oh gay young husbandmen would you be sure of a crop Upspringing rankly, an abundant and bountiful yield? Go forth in the morning, and sow on your life's broad field...
Not the peace of a cease-fire not even the vision of the wolf and the lamb, but rather as in the heart when the excitement is over and you can talk only about a great weariness....
The glad, glad days, and the pleasant ways - Ho! for the fields and the wildwood! The scents, the sights, and the dear delights - Ho! for our care-free childhood!
I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over. And what did I see I had not seen before? Only a question less or a question more; Nothing to match the flight of wild birds flying....
What of these tender feet That have never toddled yet? What dances shall they beat, With what red vintage wet? In what wild way will they march or stray, by what sly paynims met? ...
(Deserters) There is a world outside the one you know, To which for curiousness 'Ell can't compare, It is the place where "wilful-missings" go, As we can testify, for we are there. ...
O well for him whose will is strong! He suffers, but he will not suffer long; He suffers, but he cannot suffer wrong: For him nor moves the loud world's random mock,...
There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, Can circumvent or hinder or control The firm resolve of a determined soul. Gifts count for nothing; will alone is great; All things give way before it, soon or late....
My wife lost her health, And dwindled until she weighed scarce ninety pounds. Then that woman, whom the men Styled Cleopatra, came along. And we - we married ones...
Will he ever be weary of wandering, The flaming sun? Ever weary of waning in lovelight, The white still moon? Will ever a shepherd come With a crook of simple gold, And lead all the little stars...
Our Mr. Jiggs was certainly an estimable youth, A pillar of propriety, a champion of truth; He had a good position in a warehouse in the town; A staunch church-worker, he became a layman of renown. ...