To-day the world is wide and fair With sunny fields of lucid air, And waters dancing everywhere; The snow is almost gone; The noon is builded high with light, And over heaven's liquid height,...
From plains that reel to southward, dim, The road runs by me white and bare; Up the steep hill it seems to swim Beyond, and melt into the glare. Upward half way, or it may be...
The sun looks over a little hill And floods the valley with gold - A torrent of gold; And the hither field is green and still; Beyond it a cloud outrolled, Is glowing molten and bright;...
The King's son walks in the garden fair - Oh, the maiden's heart is merry! He little knows for his toil and care, That the bride is gone and the bower is bare. Put on garments of white, my maidens! ...
Far up in the wild and wintery hills in the heart of the cliff-broken woods, Where the mounded drifts lie soft and deep in the noiseless solitudes, The hut of the lonely woodcutter stands, a few rough beams that show...
Life is not all for effort: there are hours, When fancy breaks from the exacting will, And rebel thought takes schoolboy's holiday, Rejoicing in its idle strength. 'Tis then,...