Midsummer night, not dark, not light, Dusk all the scented air, I'll e'en go forth to one I love, And learn how he doth fare. O the ring, the ring, my dear, for me, The ring was a world too fine,...
White as white butterflies that each one dons Her face their wide white wings to shade withal, Many moon-daisies throng the water-spring. While couched in rising barley titlarks call,...
She was but a child, a child, And I a man grown; Sweet she was, and fresh, and wild, And, I thought, my own. What could I do? The long grass groweth, The long wave floweth with a murmur on:...
Now winter past, the white-thorn bower Breaks forth and buds down all the glen; Now spreads the leaf and grows the flower: So grows the life of God, in men. ...
As a forlorn soul waiting by the Styx Dimly expectant of lands yet more dim, Might peer afraid where shadows change and mix Till the dark ferryman shall come for him. ...
A cottager leaned whispering by her hives, Telling the bees some news, as they lit down, And entered one by one their waxen town. Larks passioning hung o'er their brooding wives,...
I go beyond the commandment.' So be it. Then mine be the blame, The loss, the lack, the yearning, till life's last sand be run, - I go beyond the commandment, yet honour stands fast with her claim,...
Once, a new world, the sunswart marinere, Columbus, promised, and was sore withstood, Ungraced, unhelped, unheard for many a year; But let at last to make his promise good....
What change has made the pastures sweet And reached the daisies at my feet, And cloud that wears a golden hem? This lovely world, the hills, the sward -...
O that word REGRET! There have been nights and morns when we have sighed, "Let us alone, Regret! We are content To throw thee all our past, so thou wilt sleep For aye." But it is patient, and it wakes;...
Daughters of Eve! your mother did not well: She laid the apple in your father's hand, And we have read, O wonder! what befell, - The man was not deceived, nor yet could stand:...
My heart is sick awishing and awaiting: The lad took up his knapsack, he went, he went his way; And I looked on for his coming, as a prisoner through the grating...
Methought the stars were blinking bright, And the old brig's sails unfurled; I said, "I will sail to my love this night At the other side of the world."...
They have left you, little Henry, but they have not left you lonely - Brothers' hearts so knit together could not, might not separate dwell. Fain to seek you in the mansions far away - One lingered only...