Oft of the hiding Oread wast thou seen At earliest morn, a tall imperial shape, High-buskined, dew-dripped, and on close, chaste curls, Long blackness of thick hair, the tipsy drops...
Come! look in the shadowy water here, The stagnant water of Ashly Mere: Where the stirless depths are dark but clear, What is the thing that lies there? A lily-pod half sunk from sight?...
On southern winds shot through with amber light, Breathing soft balm and clothed in cloudy white, The lily-fingered Spring came o'er the hills, Waking the crocus and the daffodils....
A rollicking song for the morn, my boy, A rollicking song for the morn: It's up and out with a laugh and shout, While the bright sun circles the world about, And the dew is on the corn, my boy,...
Oh, the morning meads, the dewy meads, Where he ploughs and harrows and sows the seeds, Singing a song of manly deeds, In the blossoming springtime weather;...
Now nights grow cold and colder, And North the wild vane swings, And round each tree and boulder The driving snow-storm sings - Come, make my old heart older, O memory of lost things! ...
Sing, Hey, when the time rolls round this way, And the bells peal out, 'Tis Christmas Day; The world is better then by half, For joy, for joy; In a little while you will see it laugh--...
When in the wind the vane turns round, And round, and round; And in his kennel whines the hound; When all the gable eaves are bound With icicles of ragged gray, A glinting gray;...
Whatever the path may be, my dear, Let us follow it far away from here, Let us follow it back to Yester-Year, Whatever the path may be: Again let us dream where the land lies sunny,...
Roaring winds that rocked the crow, High in his eyrie, All night long, and to and fro Swung the cedar and drove the snow Out of the North, have ceased to blow, And dawn breaks fiery....
Serious but smiling, stately and serene, And dreamier than a flower; A girl in whom all sympathies convene As perfumes in a bower; Through whom one feels what soul and heart may mean,...
God knows I strive against low lust and vice, Wound in the net of their voluptuous hair; God knows that all their kisses are as ice To me who do not care.
A mile of moonlight and the whispering wood: A mile of shadow and the odorous lane: One large, white star above the solitude, Like one sweet wish: and, laughter after pain,...
Soul of my body! what a death For such a day of envious gloom, Unbroken passion of the sky! As if the pure, kind-hearted breath Of some soft power, ever nigh,...
The drowsy day, with half-closed eyes, Dreams in this quaint forgotten street, That, like some old-world wreckage, lies, Left by the sea's receding beat, Far from the city's restless feet. ...
White clouds, like thistledown at fault, That drift through heaven's azure vault. The sun beams down; the weedy ground Vibrates with many an insect sound. Blackberry-lilies in the noon...
Wide in the west, a lake Of flame that seems to shake As if the Midgard snake Deep down did breathe: An isle of purple glow, Where rosy rivers flow Down peaks of cloudy snow With fire beneath....