The sun has long been set, The stars are out by twos and threes, The little birds are piping yet Among the bushes and the trees; There's a cuckoo, and one or two thrushes,...
The sun threw down a radiant spot On the face in the winding-sheet - The face it had lit when a babe's in its cot; And the sun knew not, and the face knew not That soon they would no more meet. ...
By voyages in air, With constant thought and care, Much knowledge had a swallow gain'd, Which she for public use retain'd, The slightest storms she well foreknew, And told the sailors ere they blew....
It fell on a day I was happy, And the winds, the concave sky, The flowers and the beasts in the meadow Seemed happy even as I; And I stretched my hands to the meadow, To the bird, the beast, the tree:...
Forth from its scabbard, pure and bright, Flashed the sword of Lee! Far in the front of the deadly fight, High o'er the brave in the cause of Right, Its stainless sheen, like a beacon light,...
O, fairest Dame of sylvan glades, We come to pay thee homage due, Embrace thee softly and to kiss Thy lovely, long-forsaken cheeks; To smooth thy flowing silver locks...
A modern hour from London (as we spin Into a silver thread the miles of space Between us and our goal), there is a place Apart from city traffic, dust, and din,...
'Neath the olives of Samaria, in far-famed Galilee, Where dark green vines are mirrored in a placid silver sea, 'Mid scenes of tranquil beauty, glowing sun-sets, rosy dawn,...
The irresponsive silence of the land, The irresponsive sounding of the sea, Speak both one message of one sense to me: - Aloof, aloof, we stand aloof, so stand...
Knit, knit, knit, knit! See old white-capped Pussy sit, Fairly gray with worry and care, In her little straight-backed rocking-chair? Knit, knit, knit, Till she is tired of it! ...
Ah, very, very poor was she-- Old Dame Pig, with her children three! Robust, beautiful little ones Were those three sons, Each wearing always, without fail, A little fanciful knot in his tail. ...