Never ‘shan’t,’
Never ‘won’t.’
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A city plum is not a plum;
A party rat is not a rat;A sailor’s cat is not a cat;A soldier’s frog is not a frog;A captain’s log is not a log.
Live all thy sweet life through,
Drop down thine evening dewTo gather it anewWhen day is bright:I fancy thou wast meantChiefly to give delight.Sing in the silent sky,Glad soaring bird;Sing out thy notes on highTo sunbeam straying byOr passing cloud;Heedless if thou art heardSing thy full song aloud.Oh that it were with meAs with the flower;Blooming on its own treeFor butterfly…
She sat alway thro’ the long day
And ever said in undertone:‘Come, that I be no more alone.’From early dawn to set of sunWorking, her task was still undone;And the long thread seemed to increaseEven while she spun and did not cease.She heard the gentle turtle-doveTell to its mate a tale of love;She saw the glancing swallows fly,Ever a social company;She knew…
Every valley drinks,
Where the kind rain sinks and sinks,Green of Spring will follow.Yet a lapse of weeksBuds will burst their edges,Strip their wool-coats, glue-coats, streaks,In the woods and hedges;Weave a bower of loveFor birds to meet each other,Weave a canopy aboveNest and egg and mother.But for fattening rainWe should have no flowers,Never a bud or leaf againBut…
Three plum buns
In the clover meadow,For we have walked a mile.One for you, and one for me,And one left over:Give it to the boy who shoutsTo scare sheep from the clover.
The splendour of the kindling day,
These move my soul to wend its way,And have doneWith all we grasp and toil amongst and say.The paling roses of a cloud,The fading bow that arches space,These woo my fancy toward my shroud,Toward the placeOf faces veil’d, and heads discrown’d and bow’d.The nation of the awful stars,The wandering star whose blaze is brief,These make…