I think of the slope where the rabbits fed, Of the periwinks' rockwork lair, Of the fuchsias ringing their bells of red - And the something else seen there. ...
How was this I did not see Such a look as here was shown Ere its womanhood had blown Past its first felicity? - That I did not know you young, Faded Face, Know you young! ...
One without looks in to-night Through the curtain-chink From the sheet of glistening white; One without looks in to-night As we sit and think By the fender-brink.
If seasons all were summers, And leaves would never fall, And hopping casement-comers Were foodless not at all, And fragile folk might be here That white winds bid depart;...
It pleased her to step in front and sit Where the cragged slope was green, While I stood back that I might pencil it With her amid the scene; Till it gloomed and rained;...
They had long met o' Zundays her true love and she - And at junketings, maypoles, and flings; But she bode wi' a thirtover uncle, and he Swore by noon and by night that her goodman should be...
The sparrow dips in his wheel-rut bath, The sun grows passionate-eyed, And boils the dew to smoke by the paddock-path; As strenuously we stride, - Five of us; dark He, fair He, dark She, fair She, I,...
I found me in a great surging space, At either end a door, And I said: "What is this giddying place, With no firm-fixed floor, That I knew not of before?" "It is Life," said a mask-clad face. ...
I heard a small sad sound, And stood awhile amid the tombs around: "Wherefore, old friends," said I, "are ye distrest, Now, screened from life's unrest?"
"This is a brightsome blaze you've lit good friend, to-night!" " Aye, it has been the bleakest spring I have felt for years, And nought compares with cloven logs to keep alight:...