Honeysuckle on my wall: –
Heartsease blossoms in my heart
When sweet William comes to call,
But it withers when we part,
And the honey-trumpets fall.
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To-day’s your natal day,
Mother, accept, I pray,My offering.And may you happy live,And long us bless;Receiving as you giveGreat happiness.
Brown and furry
Take your walkTo the shady leaf, or stalk,Or what not,Which may be the chosen spot.No toad spy you,Hovering bird of prey pass by you;Spin and die,To live again a butterfly.
I dug and dug amongst the snow,
I dug and dug amongst the sand,And still no green thing came to hand.Melt, O snow! the warm winds blowTo thaw the flowers and melt the snow;But all the winds from every landWill rear no blossom from the sand.
Unmindful of the roses,
A reaper tired reposesAmong his gathered corn:So might I, till the morn!Cold as the cold Decembers,Past as the days that set,While only one remembersAnd all the rest forget, –But one remembers yet.
Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome
One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from meTo her whose heart is my heart’s quiet home,To my first Love, my Mother, on whose kneeI learnt love-lore that is not troublesome;Whose service is my special dignity,And she my loadstare while I go and comeAnd so because you love me, and becauseI love you, Mother, I have…
If hope grew on a bush,
What a nosegay for the pluckingThere would be!But oh! in windy autumn,When frail flowers wither,What should we do for hope and joy,Fading together?