How many of those youths who consecrate Their lives to art, and worship at her shrine, And sacrifice their early hours and late In serving her exacting whims divine...
'Tis strange to leave this world of woods and hills, This world of little farms, and shady mills, - Of fields, and water-meadows fair, Upon some sad and shadowy day When all the skies are overcast and grey,...
Above the clouds I sail, above the clouds, And wish my mind Above its clouds could climb as well, And leave behind The world and all its crowds, And ever dwell In such a calm and limpid solitude...
How bright is Earth's rich gown None but an Airman knows Yellow, and green, and brown - How bright is Earth's rich gown! I see, as I gaze down, Its purple, cream, and rose....
I love the little daisies on the lawn Which contemplate with wide and placid eyes The blue and white enamel of the skies - The larks which sing their mattin-song at dawn,...
The rich, red blood Doth stain the fair, green grass, and daisies white In generous flood ... This sun-drowsed day for me is darkest night. O! wreck of splintered wood and twisted wire,...