The sun is shining warm again,
The sparrows hopping in the lane
Are brisk and full of cheer.
And that is why we dance and play,
And that is why we sing,
Calling out in voices gay,
We will not go to school to-day
Or learn anything:
It is a happy thing, I say,
To be alive on such a day.
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That of what flow’rs you find of fairest hueAnd sweetest odor you do gather thoseAre best of all the best — a fragrant rose,A tall calm lily from the waterside,A half-blown poppy leaning at the sideIts graceful head to dream among the corn,Forget-me-nots that seem as though the mornHad tumbled down and grew into the…
Cow, Cow!
Are looking at each other’s eyesYou are lying on the grassEating every time I pass,And you do not seem to beEver in perplexity:You are good I’m sure, and notFit for nothing but the pot:For your bearing is so kind,And your quietness so wise:Cow, Cow!I and thouAre looking at each other’s eyes.
Come with me, under my coat,
Of the milk of the white goat,Or wine, if it be thy will;And we will talk untilTalk is a truble, too,Out in the side of the hill,And nothing is left to do,But an eye to look into an eyeAnd a hand in a hand to slip,And a sigh to answer a sigh,And a lip to…
AND then I pressed the shell
And listened well,And straightway like a bellCame low and clearThe slow, sad murmur of the distant seas,Whipped by an icy breezeUpon a shoreWind-swept and desolate.It was a sunless strand that never boreThe footprint of a man,Nor felt the weightSince time beganOf any human quality or stirSave what the dreary winds and waves incur.And in the…
We thought at first, this man is a king for sure,
That silly, sulky, illiterate, black-avised boorWho was hatched by foreign vulgarity under a hedge.The good men of Clare were drinking his health in a flood,And gazing with me in awe at the princely lad,And asking each other from what bluest blueness of bloodHis daddy was squeezed, and the pa and the da of his dad…
Come from your bed my drowsy gentleman!
And let the children wash, if wash they can;If not, assist you them, and make them fairAs is the morning and the morning sky,And every tree and bush and bird in air.The sun climbed on the heights three hours ago,He laughed above the hills and they were glad;With bubbled pearl he made the rivers flowAnd…