Woods of wonder, wonder ways, Where the Faery Piper plays, Bidding all to up and follow Over haunted hill and hollow, And behold again the Fays Whirling in a moonlit maze. ...
A wall of crumbling stones doth keep Watch o'er long barrows where they sleep, Old chronicled grave-stones of its dead, On which oblivious mosses creep And lichens gray as lead. ...
Yes, I love the homestead. There In the spring the lilacs blew Plenteous perfume everywhere; There in summer gladioles grew Parallels of scarlet glare.
There is a hall in every house, Behind whose wainscot gnaws the mouse; Along whose sides are empty rooms, Peopled with dreams and ancient dooms. When down this hall you take your light,...
The joys that touched thee once, be mine! The sympathies of sky and sea, The friendships of each rock and pine, That made thy lonely life, ah me! In Tempe or in Gargaphie. ...
Imperial Madness, will of hand, Builds vast an altar here, and rears Before the world, on godly land, A Moloch form of blood and tears. And far as eye can see, behold,...
Rocks, trees and rocks; and down a mossy stone The murmuring ooze and trickle of a stream Through bushes, where the mountain spring lies lone, A gleaming cairngorm where the shadows dream,...
Shaggy with skins of frost-furred gray and drab, Harsh, hoary hair framing a bitter face, He bends above the dead Year's fireplace Nursing the last few embers of its slab...
Here is a tale for children and their grannies: There was a fool, a man who'd had his chances But missed them, somehow; lost them, just for fancies, Tag-ends of things with which he'd crammed crannies...
I met him here at Ammendorf one Spring. It was the end of April and the Harz, Veined to their ruin-crested summits, seemed One pulse of tender green and delicate gold, Beneath a heaven that was like the face...
Where was I last Friday night? Within the forest of dark dreams Following the blur of a goblin-light, That led me over ugly streams, Whereon the scum of the spawn was spread,...
The cut-throat darkness hemmed me 'round: I waited, helpless in its grasp. The forest gave no sign or sound: The wind was dead: no insect's rasp I heard, nor water's gulp and gasp...
Squaw-Berry, bramble, Solomon's-seal, And rattlesnake-weed make wild the place: You seem to feel that a Faun will steal Or leap before your face. . . . Is that the reel of a Satyr's heel,...
Deep in the hush of a mighty wood I came to a place of dread and dream, And forms of shadows, whose shapes elude The searching swords of the sun's dim gleam, Builders of silence and solitude....
Push back the brambles, berry-blue: The hollowed spring is full in view: Deep-tangled with luxuriant fern Its rock-embedded, crystal urn. Not for the loneliness that keeps...
I climbed a forest path and found A dim cave in the dripping ground, Where dwelt the spirit of cool sound, Who wrought with crystal triangles, And hollowed foam of rippled bells,...