The blackened walnut in its spicy hull Rots where it fell; And, in the orchard, where the trees stand full, The pear's ripe bell Drops; and the log-house in the bramble lane, From whose low door...
The old remain, the young are gone. The farm dreams lonely on the hill: From early eve to early dawn A cry goes with the whippoorwill "The old remain, the young are gone." ...
Under rocks whereon the rose Like a streak of morning glows; Where the azure-throated newt Drowses on the twisted root; And the brown bees, humming homeward, Stop to suck the honeydew;...
Wild ridge on ridge the wooded hills arise, Between whose breezy vistas gulfs of skies Pilot great clouds like towering argosies, And hawk and buzzard breast the azure breeze....
Wild ridge on ridge the wooded hills arise, Between whose breezy vistas gulfs of skies Pilot great clouds like towering argosies, And hawk and buzzard breast the azure breeze....
You have shut me out from your tears and grief Over the man laid low and hoary. Listen to me now: I am no thief! You have shut me out from your tears and grief, Listen to me, I will tell my story. ...
Here is a tale for ladies with romances: There was an owl; composer and musician, Who looked as wise as if he had a mission, And at all art cast supercilious glances....
When dusk is drowned in drowsy dreams, And slow the hues of sunset die; When firefly and moth go by, And in still streams the new moon seems Another moon and sky:...
Here is a tale for farmer and for peasant: There was an ox, who might have ploughed for Jason, So strong was he, his huge head like a bason, A Gothic helmet with enormous crescent....
With anxious eyes and dry, expectant lips, Within the sculptured stoa by the sea, All day she waited while, like ghostly ships, Long clouds rolled over Paphos: the wild bee...
She passed the thorn-trees, whose gaunt branches tossed Their spider-shadows round her; and the breeze, Beneath the ashen moon, was full of frost, And mouthed and mumbled to the sickly trees,...
Slow sinks the sun, a great carbuncle ball Red in the cavern of a sombre cloud, And in her garden, where the dense weeds crowd, Among her dying asters stands the Fall, Like some lone woman in a ruined hall,...
On southern winds shot through with amber light, Breeding soft balm, and clothed in cloudy white, The lily-fingered Spring came o'er the hills Waking the crocus and the daffodils....
There is a path that leads Through purple iron-weeds, By button-bush and mallow Along a creek; A path that wildflowers hallow, That wild birds seek; Roofed thick with eglantine...
When dusk falls cool as a rained-on rose, And a tawny tower the twilight shows, With the crescent moon, the silver moon, the curved new moon in a space that glows,...
Here is a tale for uncles and old aunties: There was a man once who denied the Devil, Yet in the world saw nothing else but evil; A pessimist, with face as sour as Dante's....
Above her, pearl and rose the heavens lay: Around her, flowers flattered earth with gold, Or down the path in insolence held sway - Like cavaliers who ride the king's highway -...
Wherein is it so beautiful? In all things dim and all things cool: In silence, that is built of leaves And wind and spray of waterfall; And, golden as the half-ripe sheaves,...
A lilac mist maizes warm the hills, And silvery through it threads a.stream: The redbird's cadence throbs and thrills, The jaybirds scream. The bluets' stars begin to gleam,...
He stands above all worldly schism, And, gazing over life's abysm Beholds within the starry range Of heaven laws of death and change, That, through his soul's prophetic prism,...