A voice came to me from the night, and said, What profit hast thou in thy dreaming Of the years that are set And the years yet unrisen? Hast thou found them tillable lands?...
Once, at night, in the manor wood My Love and I long silent stood, Amazed that any heavens could Decree to part us, bitterly repining. My Love, in aimless love and grief,...
The Forest above and the Combe below, On a bright September morn! He's the soul of a clod who thanks not God That ever his body was born! So hurry along, the stag's afoot, The Master's up and away!...
While we slumber and sleep, The sun leaps up from the deep, - Daylight born at the leap, - Rapid, dominant, free, Athirst to bathe in the uttermost sea.
Now praise the Gods of Time and Chance That bring a heart's desire, And lay the joyous roads of France Once more beneath the tyre, So numbered by Napoleon, The veriest ass can spy...
Thrice happy are those Who ne'er heard of Greek Prose-- Or Greek Poetry either, as far as that goes; For Liddell and Scott Shall cumber them not, Nor Sargent nor Sidgwick shall break their repose. ...
Praise God for blessings great and small, For garden bloom and orchard store, The crimson vine upon the wall, The green and gold of maples tall, For harvest-field and threshing-floor! ...
God send thee peace, Oh, great unhappy heart-- A world away, I pray that thou mayst rest Softly as on the Well-Belov'd's breast, Where ever in her wistful dreams thou art. ...
I am singing a song to the boys to-day, A song of the home that is far away. And I know that an echo the word is waking In many a heart that is secretly aching,...
I dinna ken what's come ower me! There's a how whaur ance was a hert! I never luik oot afore me, An' a cry winna gar me stert; There's naething nae mair to come ower me, Blaw the win' frae ony airt!...
Oh, light was the world that he weighed in his hands! Oh, heavy the tale of his fiefs and his lands! He has gone from the guddee and put on the shroud, And departed in guise of bairagi avowed! ...
In the rapture of life and of living, I lift up my heart and rejoice, And I thank the great Giver for giving The soul of my gladness a voice. In the glow of the glorious weather,...
In the rapture of life and of living, I lift up my heart and rejoice, And I thank the great Giver for giving The soul of my gladness a voice. In the glow of the glorious weather,...
A song of Long Ago: Sing it lightly - sing it low - Sing it softly - like the lisping of the lips we used to know When our baby-laughter spilled From the glad hearts ever filled...