Here in my retiring room,
Children ,you may dine
On the golden smell of broom
And the shade of pine;
And when you have eaten well,
Fairy stories hear and tell.
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About my fields, in the broad sun
Barefoot and robed in blue, to scanWith the hard eye of the husbandmanMy harvests and my cattle. Her,When even puts the birds astirAnd day has set in the great woods,We seek, among her garden roods,With bells and cries in vain: the whileLamps, plate, and the decanter smileOn the forgotten board. But she,Deaf, blind, and prone…
HERE lies Erotion, whom at six years old
Who shall succeed me in my rural field),To this small spirit annual honours yield!Bright be thy hearth, hale be thy babes, I craveAnd this, in thy green farm, the only grave.
Little Indian, Sioux, or Crow,
Little Turk or Japanee,Oh! don’t you wish that you were me?You have seen the scarlet treesAnd the lions over seas;You have eaten ostrich eggs,And turned the turtle off their legs.Such a life is very fine,But it’s not so nice as mine:You must often as you trod,Have wearied NOT to be abroad.You have curious things to…
GOD gave to me a child in part,
Child of my soul, O whither now,Unborn, unmothered, goest thou?You came, you went, and no man wist;Hapless, my child, no breast you kist;On no dear knees, a privileged babbler, clomb,Nor knew the kindly feel of home.My voice may reach you, O my dear-A father’s voice perhaps the child may hear;And, pitying, you may turn your…
In the other gardens
From the autumn bonfiresSee the smoke trail!Pleasant summer overAnd all the summer flowers,The red fire blazes,The grey smoke towers.Sing a song of seasons!Something bright in all!Flowers in the summer,Fires in the fall!
We see you as we see a face
Upon the mirror of a poolForever quiet, clear and cool;And in the wayward glass, appearsTo hover between smiles and tears,Elfin and human, airy and true,And backed by the reflected blue.