One says he is immoral, and points out Warm sin in ruddy specks upon his soul: Bigot, one folly of the man you flout Is more to God than thy lean life is whole.
Blow, Father Triton, blow your wreath'd horn Cheerly, as is your wont, and let the blast Circle our island on the breezes borne; Blow, while the shining hours go swiftly past....
Tufted and bunched and ranged with careless art Here, where the paving-stones are set apart, Alert and gay and innocent of guile, The little pansies nod their heads and smile. ...
Paris, half Angel, half Grisette, I would that I were with thee yet, Where the long boulevard at even Stretches its starry lamps to heaven, And whispers from a thousand trees...
Paths that wind O'er the hills and by the streams I must leave behind - Dawns and dews and dreams. Trails that go Through the woods and down the slopes To the vale below;...
Our Peter, who's famed as an eater of things, Is a miniature dragon without any wings. He can gallop or trot, he can amble or jog, But he flies like a flash when he's after his prog;...
Primrose and Violet - May they help thee to forget All that love should not remember, Sweet as meadows after rain When the sun has come again, As woods awakened from December....
When thou art gone, then all the rest will go; Mornings no more shall dawn, Roses no more shall blow, Thy lovely face withdrawn - Nor woods grow green again after the snow;...
Nature, that makes Professors all day long, And, filling idle souls with idle song, Turns out small Poets every other minute, Made earth for men - but seldom puts men in it. ...
This is all that is left - this letter and this rose! And do you, poor dreaming things, for a moment suppose That your little fire shall burn for ever and ever on,...
Is it your face I see, your voice I hear? Your face, your voice, again after these years! O is your cheek once more against my cheek? And is this blessed rain, angel, your tears? ...
America grows poorer day by day - Richer and richer, I have heard some say: They thought of a poor wealth I do not heed - For, one by one, the men who dreamed the dream...
High on his Patmos of the Southern Seas Our northern dreamer sleeps, Strange stars above him, and above his grave Strange leaves and wings their tropic splendours wave,...
Ho, ruddy-cheeked boys and curly maids, Who deftly ply your pails and spades, All you who sturdily take your stand On your pebble-buttressed forts of sand, And thence defy With a fearless eye...
I read there is a man who sits apart, A sort of human spider in his den, Who meditates upon a fearful art - The swiftest way to slay his fellow men. Behind a mask of glass he dreams his hell:...
The heart of the rose - how sweet Its fragrance to drain, Till the greedy brain Reels and grows faint With the garnered scent, Reels as a dream on its silver feet. ...
When leaf and flower are newly made, And bird and butterfly and bee Are at their summer posts again; When all is ready, lo! 'tis she, Suddenly there after soft rain - The deep-lashed dryad of the shade....