The beauty of this rainy day, All silver-green and dripping gray, Has stolen quite my heart away From all the tasks I meant to do, Made me forget the resolute blue And energetic gold of things . . ....
When the gusts are at play with the trees on the lawn, And the lights are put out in the vault of the night; When within all is snug, for the curtains are drawn, And the fire is aglow and the lamps are alight,...
O sad-eyed man who yonder sits, Face in a book from morn till night, Who, though the world should go to bits, Pores on right through the waning light; O is it sorrow or delight...
O ships upon the sea, O shapes of air, O lands whose names are made of spice and tar, Old painted empires that are ever fair, From Cochin-China down to Zanzibar! O Beauty simple, soul-less, and bizarre!...
'The old gods pass,' the cry goes round; 'Lo! how their temples strew the ground'; Nor mark we where, on new-fledged wings, Faith, like the phoenix, soars and sings.
Kisses are long forgotten of this twain, Kisses and words - the sweet small prophecies That run before the Lord of Love: the fain Touch of the hand, and feasting of the eyes,...
Take 'this of Juliet and her Romeo,' Dear Heart of mine, for though yon budding sky Yearns o'er Verona, and so long ago That kiss was kissed; yet surely Thou and I,...
Up through the mystic deeps of sunny air I cried to God - 'O Father, art Thou there?' Sudden the answer, like a flute, I heard: It was an angel, though it seemed a bird.
The world grows Lilliput, the great men go; If greatness be, it wears no outer sign; No more the signet of the mighty line Stamps the great brow for all the world to know....
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...
A robin skimmed into the room, And blithe he looked and jolly, A foe to every sort of gloom, And, most, to melancholy. He cocked his head, he made no sound, But gave me stare for stare back,...
The loveliest face! I turned to her Shut in 'mid savage rocks and trees; - 'Twas in the May-time of the year, And our two hearts were filled with ease - And pointed where a wild-rose grew,...
"These things are real," said one, and bade me gaze On black and mighty shapes of iron and stone, On murder, on madness, on lust, on towns ablaze, And on a thing made all of rattling bone:...
She failed me at the tryst: All the long afternoon The golden day went by, Until the rising moon; But, as I waited on, Turning my eyes about, Aching for sight of her,...