The hat he wore was full of holes, And his battered shoes were worn to the soles. His shirt was a rag, held together with pins, And his trousers patched with outs and ins. A negro tramp, a roustabout,...
What it would mean for you and me If dawn should come no more! Think of its gold along the sea, Its rose above the shore! That rose of awful mystery, Our souls bow down before. ...
Withered and gray as winter; gnarled and old, With bony hands he crouches by the coals; His beggar's coat is patched and worn in holes; Rags are his shoes: clutched in his claw-like hold...
And now once more we stood within the walls Of her old manor near the riverside; Dead leaves lay rotting in its empty halls, And here and there the ivy could not hide...
Big-stomached, like friars Who ogle a nun, Quaff deep to their bellies' desires From the old abbey's tun, Grapes fatten with fires Warm-filtered from moon and from sun.
From hill and hollow, side by side, The shadows came, like dreams, to sit And watch, mysterious, sunset-eyed, The wool-winged moths and bats aflit, And the lone owl that cried and cried....
One night I lingered in the wood And saw a spirit-form that stood Among the wildflowers. Like the dew It twinkled; partly wind and scent; Then down a moonbeam there it blew,...
She sits among the iris stalks Of babbling brooks; and leans for hours Among the river's lily flowers, Or on their whiteness walks: Above dark forest pools, gray rocks...
I saw a name carved on a tree "Julia"; A simpler name there could not be Julia: But seeing it I seemed to see A Devon garden, pleasantly About a parsonage, the bee...
When my old heart was young, my dear, The Earth and Heaven were so near That in my dreams I oft could hear The steps of unseen races; In woodlands, where bright waters ran,...
I look about me, and behold How all is changed: The sound and sane, The kind, the true, the hale and old, That once made strong the features plain Of life, are cast in other mold,...