There I halted. Further down the hollow Stood the township, where my errand lay. Firm my purpose, till a voice cried (Follow! Come this way -- I tell you -- come this way!) ...
I know it all . . . I know. For I am God. I am Jehovah, He Who made you what you are; and I can see The tears that wet your pillow night by night, When nurse has lowered that too-brilliant light;...
Because He heard my voice, and answered me, Because He listened, ah, so patiently, In those dark days, when sorrowful, alone, I knelt with tears, and prayed Him for a stone;...
Quick through the gates of Fairyland The South Wind forced his way. 'Twas his to make the Earth forget Her grief of yesterday. "'Tis mine," cried he, "to bring her joy!" And on his lightsome feet...
Up to the Hall, my lady there'll wear her satin gown, For little Miss and Master'll be coming down from town. Oh ay, the childern's coming! The CHILDERN did I say?...
I shut my eyes to rest 'em, just a bit ago it seems, An' back among the Cotswolds I were wanderin' in me dreams. I saw the old grey homestead, with the rickyard set around,...
If only dinner cooked itself, And groceries grew upon the shelf; If children did as they were told, And never had a cough or cold; And washed their hands, and wiped their boots,...
In Dorset Dear they're making hay In just the old West Country way. With fork and rake and old-time gear They make the hay in Dorset Dear. From early morn till twilight grey...
In Somerset they guide the plough From early dawn till twilight now. The good red earth smells sweeter yet, Behind the plough, in Somerset. The celandines round last year's mow...
Sometimes, when everything goes wrong: When days are short, and nights are long; When wash-day brings so dull a sky That not a single thing will dry. And when the kitchen chimney smokes,...
His step? Ah, no; 'tis but the rain That hurtles on the window pane. Let's draw the curtains close and sit Beside the fire awhile and knit. Two purl -- two plain. A well-shaped sock,...
When little Fanny came to town, I felt as I could sing! She were the sprackest little maid, the sharpest, pertest thing. Her mother were as proud as punch, and as for I -- well, there!...
"The Fairies must have come," I said, "For through the moist leaves, brown and dead, The Primroses are pushing up, And here's a scarlet Fairy-cup. They must have come, because I see...
Oh, the garden ways are lonely! Winds that bluster, winds that shout, Battle with the strong laburnum, Toss the sad brown leaves about. In the gay herbaceous border, Now a scene of wild disorder,...
"I'm going to gran'ma's for a bit My mother's got the copper lit; An' piles of clothes are on the floor, An' steam comes out the wash-house door; An' Mrs. Griggs has come, an' she...
Silent was I, and so still, As day followed day. Imprisoned until King Frost worked his will. Held fast like a vice, In his cold hand of ice, For fear kept me silent, and lo...
Summer met me in the glade, With a host of fair princesses, Golden iris, foxgloves staid, Sunbeams flecked their gorgeous dresses. Roses followed in her train, Creamy elder-flowers beset me,...
"Owd John's got past his work," said they, Last week as ever was -- "don't pay To send by him. He's stoopid, too, And brings things what won't never do. We'll send by post, he is that slow....